"Did that just happen?"

So, after work today, I find myself where many other nine to five-ers find themselves after five--Montgomery Station.

"One car, J in two minutes, one car K in three minutes, one car N in four minutes," the computer-generated voice from above announces.

I think to myself, "Really, a one car N at rush hour in the pouring rain, who is in charge here?"

Yet, like a fool I hopefully maneuvered through the crowing crowd of grumpy commuters toward where I anticipated the open door of the N-Judah would soon be. And worse still was that I found myself mildly surprised that there was no possible way I'd be boarding that train without causing at least one other rider massive amounts of physical discomfort.

So, I walked away. But, the voice over the loud speaker assured me that a two car N was on its way in three minutes.

"I can wait three minutes. That's not bad at all."

But wait, if there's one thing I've learned in all the years I've depended on MUNI it's that things are never as simple as they seem (or should be).

So now, here I am, three minutes later, no N-Judah, instead I'm told there is an outbound delay at Van Ness Station. So instead of my desired train, I get another J, and L and off in the distance--close enough to see but far enough to be unattainable--sits the N in parked position waiting for the transit congestion to clear.

Not more than five minutes passes before the J boards and moves along the track, next the L and then woosh--the N flies by without so much as a brief pause.

Well, guess it's back to waiting for the voice up above.