This morning, feeling the onset of a headcold combined with a general grouchiness, I decided to wander farther from the office than usual and hit the Starbucks Corporate Complex of Joy on 19th and J for a reliable hot tea and a bagel I didn’t have to toast myself (from Noah’s, next door).

Because Starbucks is on one side of the tracks and my office the other, there’s always the chance that a 10 minute coffee run could become a 30 minute coffee crawl. And so it almost was today when my office mate and I emerged from two of the Longest Lines Ever to head back to the office and a stranger said “there’s a train coming, you’d better hurry if you need to get across.”

Sure enough, though the lights had yet to flash and the barriers were still raised, we heard the rumble and horn in the distance. As we scurried across the tracks, there she was - bright headlight beaming, just a few blocks south. A few steps past the tracks, the lights flased and the train passed.

So, thanks, random dude. Those damn trains just seem to get longer and longer . . . .

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