So this morning, Carl drove me to the Hoboken path station (about 3 miles from our apartment) so that I could get a blessed seat on the Path train. The train to 33rd street on that line originates in Hoboken, so if you time it right, you're there when the train doors open and can get a seat. I arrived when the train was mostly full, but there was a seat free and I nestled in. Then five minutes went by, and no movement. Another five minutes and they announced that the train was going out of service due to a signal failure. So everyone got off the train and then crossed the platform to cram onto an arriving one. I didn't even bother attempting to get on that train. I was sure that my seat karma was blown for the morning, but sure enough, mere minutes later, another 33rd street-bound train arrived and I was one of the first peeps on it. So a seat after all.
As long as C is willing to drive me to Hoboken, I should have no problem getting a seat (barring further track issues). Go C!
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