The company I drive truck for has a terminal in East Brunswick, NJ and from time to time I will catch the train from Rutgers up to Manhattan to go visit family.
This one time (no, not at band camp
) I had stayed late having taken my cousin who lives in the Village to get some chinese for dinner.
After exchanging good byes, I hiked back up to Penn Station and got on the train back to NJ.
It had been a long day, and lots of walking in NYC (think I went over the the USS Intrepid musuem this time...) and was dead tired.
So I'm fading in and out of a light sleep when I hear over the PA "Next stop, Elizabeth!" so I grab my stuff and jump off at the platform. IN ELIZABETH!!!.
Now this was late October/early November. Nice enough all day without a coat, but at 11:00 PM the wind and the snow started and those familiar know train service is anything but "regular" this time of the night!
I found the schedule and I had to wait another hour for the next local train!! Damn!
Learned my lesson that time, but... I forgot what it was