I know that people (ahem, my husband) think that Twitter is annoying. Or overrated. Or useless. Or all of those put together. Well doubters, today, twitter saved my ass. Like almost literally.

I know you’ll be shocked to hear it, but it was yet ANOTHER day of calamity on the train. The morning was fine and well. I got to class on time without doing anything I’d deem as stupid. Which is a freaking miracle. Seriously. I’m pretty sure y’all should cannonize my ass soon.

This afternoon, a friend boarded the train with me and we waited for it to take off. We were both engrossed in (read: totally confused by) an assignment for tomorrow’s 7:30 am class and didn’t hear the announcement.

The conductor (who in my head, is wearing a striped denim Osh Kosh B’Gosh hat, by the way) said something about Baldwin Park, but indicated that it was a temporary issue. Baldwin Park is 3rd stop, so I hoped it was something simple and assumed (yes, I’m an ass) that it couldn’t be that big of an issue otherwise, they wouldn’t actually leave Union Station, right?

And then we got to El Monte, just the 2nd stop and were informed that we wouldn’t be going to Baldwin Park after all. Very few details were given except that another train was stopped at Baldwin Park already, so they really couldn’t do anything about it.

I sighed, went back to my assignment and assumed it was a minor problem. Assuming was really working out for me today.

About 5 minutes passed and a different voice came on to let us know the address of the train station we were at. And then is when my stomach sank. Because, dude, you don’t give out the address of the train stop for a short delay.

And then, they came on and told us that the delay would be “indefinite” and we might want to consider alternate transportation.

Shit.

And so I bitched and swore reached out to Twitter. Well, you can see for yourself.

In case you were wondering, no, I’m not prone to theatrics when angry. Nor to saying the f-word.

I also didn’t eat a 3 serving bag of gummy bears from the stress of it. That clearly did not happen.

After a wait, I got a message from a twitter friend asking me exactly where I was and where I was going. And after some communicating about locations, Miss came and picked my ass up. She drove me the 20+ miles to my car, in traffic, just because she’s a kickass kind of person.

So next time you feel tempted to rag on twitter, remember that it got my ass home today. And go show Miss some love. The girl is awesome sauce. Seriously.

(And, look, I know this is politically incorrect, but I’m sorry, if you’re going to commit suicide, do it at home. You’re being selfish and doing something like this DURING RUSH HOUR, is simply not okay. Nevermind that I was SUPPOSED to be on the train that struck the guy. I can’t even begin to imagine how those train passengers or that conductor feel right now. It’s just wrong. Sad, but wrong.)

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