So, what's better than being on an Amtrak train with your crazy boss for five hours on a Friday night?
How about, getting stuck on that train for an extra three hours because the train in front of yours on the tracks has passengers that are rioting.
Apparently, the commuter rail riders Friday night got fed up with their train breaking down and stopping. So they got off the train. In the middle of the track. And just, you know, decided to walk to the station instead.
Our train was stopped in the name of safety until they could round up all the nouveau pedestrians.
And all the while, my boss was TapTapTap on her latop.
I probably should have continued to work in kind but - honestly - I'd had enough. It was 8 p.m. on Friday and I'd been with her every moment except for the five I was sleeping, for two days. I was DONE.
From now on, I'm going to warn everyone when I get onto a train. Warning: Riding a train with Kalesy will result in delayed arrivals. And insanity ensues.