Monday, March 19, 2012

DON'T MESS WITH MY 817

People get mad when you mess with the 817.

The other day, the 817 pulled into the Sandy TRAX Station.  It pulled into the wrong spot--the spot where the 811 is supposed to go.  This, as you may have guessed, upset the fabric of the universe.

See, there were a lot of people standing in line for the 817, starting at where the door of the 817 would be, if it were pulled up into its correct spot.  But with the 817 in the 811's place, the door was about in the middle of the line.

Nobody moved.  For about thirty seconds.  A couple of people assayed to tell the driver that he should pull into the next spot, but he didn't seem to understand.  Finally, someone got on, and that seemed to release the rest of us from the spell.

The people who had been at the front of the line and were now at the back of it were . . . annoyed.  I heard several of them breathing out threatenings as they shuffled toward the door.

In the end, the 811 driver who had pulled in behind the 817 got out and told the 817 driver that he was in the wrong spot.  Communication was achieved, and order was restored.

As far as I can tell, the damage to the universe wasn't permanent.

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