The station announcements were not working on the train. The chime would sound, and then nothing would happen. No matter; we are experts in the order that TRAX stations come in. Until we got to Courthouse.
See, if you are on the Blue Line and you leave Courthouse, the next station is Gallivan Plaza, and you go straight to get to it. But if you are on the Red Line and you leave Courthouse, the next station is Library, and you have to turn right. It does not matter how expert you are in what order the Blue Line stations come in if you feel yourself going around a corner after Courthouse. Which is what was happening to us. We exchanged a wordless glance that meant
and braced ourselves to get off at Library and run back to Courthouse. Or, at least, walk quickly back in heels. Which commutergirl was wearing, not me.
We didn't have to run, because as the now-color-ambiguous train we were on was pulling into Library, a train that said "Red-Daybreak" was also pulling in, going the other way. We ran for it and made it, but other people were not so lucky. The fact that other people were also running for the Red Line train made me feel less crazy, which was good, but I felt bad for them, because now they would have to run back to Courthouse. Or walk quickly in heels. We tried to push the button for them, I swear!
We made it back to Courthouse, but the Blue Line we had originally been intending to catch had either already come by or sublimated without warning, because we never saw it. While we waited for the Green Line to inch its way up Main Street, I checked the posters that were up for the Race for the Cure, to see if we had been on one of the special trains that were running in conjunction with said Race for the Cure. But we were nowhere near any of the times it said special trains were running. It was the wrong time for a Blue Line train. It was the wrong time for a Red Line train. It had said "Blue-Sandy" and turned right after Courthouse. I was troubled.
Eventually the Green Line did come, and we still made it to the temple in time. It was not until much later that night, however, that I happened upon a reasonable explanation for the presence of the train we had ridden that morning.
The devil sent it. I don't know why I didn't see it before, really.