Today, coming home from a night of laughs, we were stuck on a ‘disabled’ train not quite able to pull into Davis Square. It’s never a good sign when the intercom announcements are interrupted by bursts of laughter – it just doesn’t make one feel safe in the hands of the professionals. The engine that couldn’t still thought it could, and we backslid down the slight rise halfway to Porter several times. Fortunately, as the conductor kept mentioning in passing, the breaks still worked. So at least we weren’t speeding to our deaths. But it’s still pretty creepy realizing just how much the tracks cause each car to tilt, and seeing the ‘power rail’ sparking in giant arcs of power as the engine tried to tug us uphill.
I thought for awhile we would have to eat Lauren, as she was the one who jinxed us. Seriously, it’s not a good idea to start talking about all the horrible mishaps that have befallen you on trains right as we’re about to pull into our station. Simply not a good idea. Still, i promised her we’d eat limbs first, so she’d still be alive for a few days at least, and Jeanne promised we’d start with her left arm since she didn’t really need that one anyway (see photographic evidence below, and thanks to the random stranger who took this photo and didn’t steal Jeanne’s phone).
Fortunately for us all, the second engine they brought in to push us from behind was able to do the job, and Lauren offered us Swedish Fish to keep us off her limbs for awhile. I’m not ashamed to say I accepted the bribe.