This morning's transit adventures, I could have given a miss to.
For that matter, so could a lot of other passengers of bus and rail in the eastern reaches of Ottawa.Took the local feeder to Blair to catch the train, but the train looked at least 20 minutes away by the time I got there. So I went back down to Level One to grab an R1 - the Line 1 "when the train's not running when it should be" substitute bus - and that took a winding set of side streets from Blair to Hurdman. At that point, it was climbing the stairs to the upper platforms where the trains were finally making their runs again. The outdoor, open-air stairs. Which look great in the summer, but more of us suspect that the looks of them is going to be a pain in the winter months.
By the time I got into the day job - despite leaving at my usual time of 620 AM which usually leaves me getting into Centretown by 725 AM, with about half an hour to take care of banking and shopping chores along the walking route - I was instead fifteen minutes late. As it turns out, my job-site supervisor had been dealing with similar transit pains of their own over the last few weeks, and so was
entirely empathetic to the situation.
You can gather from the news linkages I've added in that this is a continuing issue. I'd been lucky up to this morning myself, but that was not going to last.
Misadventure, of a minor sort. A First-or-Second-World Problem at worst, right?