Puddles, pillars and posts

Today I absent mindedly abandoned my laptop by the ticket machine at Union Station. I dashed back five minutes later and it was nowhere to be seen. Fortunately, someone had handed in at the ticket desk. Minutes after that, I dropped my iphone in a frantic sprint from a broken down train to a back-up train, also at Union Station. The first train had been delayed by half an hour before Amtrak decided to take it out of service altogether. I, along with several hundred other passengers, was determined to get a seat on the second train. Even when I discovered the iphone was missing, I didn’t move. I would rather have replaced the phone than stood on the six hour journey from DC to Boston. Once the train finally moved, I spoke to the conductor “If you find an iphone, it’s mine” I said, hardly daring to hope. I was sure that even as we spoke, a frustrated commuter was running through my minutes calling his sweetie in Canada or Mexico to say he’d been unexpectedly delayed. “Oh we’ve got it” said the conductor “It’s in the cafe car. Just ask the other conductor when you go up there” Phewf, what a relief.

The Acela service offers wifi and so, provided you have your equipment to hand, you can work (or blog) all  the way to your destination. Each seat has its own pull out table and, wonder of wonders, they also have power sockets so you can charge up as you ride the Eastern seaboard.  The cafe, in addition to doubling as a lost property office, provides adequate fuel for the journey. There is air-conditioning. It is very heaven.

Reading this, the Cackler will be clicking her tongue, for she has strong views on what she perceives as a certain carelessness when it comes to me and personal property. But honestly, today was a very trying day to travel, especially for those of us prone to overheating. It was 100 degrees F and horribly sticky. You lose everything up to and including your reason when you are mostly puddle and obliged to move from pillar to post at speed and with luggage. Anyhow, no harm done. Expect another post when I get north of New York City.

About Liz Barron

US Peace Corps Volunteer in Armenia. Permanent address in Washington DC. Deep roots in Northern Ireland and persistent Belfast accent. Blogger,cook, mother, grandma, Scrabble-player and enthusiastic world traveler.
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