It Certainly Wasn't Flawless
As C said, this is the story that embellishes itself.
It was a straightforward trip to White Plains. A fifteen minute walk to an express bus, then an express train to White Plains, then a ten-minute bus ride to the medical center. A little over an hour and a half.
Looks easy, right?
It was not easy.
Right before we're leaving, I see that the express bus is delayed by over half an hour. Delays of a few minutes are common, but 30+ minutes? Never.
That's okay, though. We can just take the subway.
The subway is jammed, for some reason, and then they announce that everyone has to get off before we even get into Manhattan because of track fires at a station further down the line.
The domino effects builds.
Now a ton of people already jammed onto the train who can't reach their destination have to take an alternate line that has it's own traffic already. That subway car looked like the last copter out of Saigon.
We're not going to be able to take the express train because we're miles away (thanks to the bus/fires etc.), but we can still catch a train to White Plains. No problem.
It only has 15 additional stops.
Then, it doesn't even move for a while. I'm getting stressed at this point. We left at 10 for a 12:45 check-in before the procedure on a trip that should have had us there by 11:40.
In the end, after taking an Uber instead of a bus for the last few miles, we made it. Not by much.
That easy trip of just over an hour and a half became an absolute cluster of a trip for nearly two and a half hours.
Tomorrow, the return trip. It was another planet entirely.
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