So Montreal has a fairly new electric train service called the REM (Réseau Électrique de Montréal). It is buggy. There are stoppages regularly - it's a great idea, but someone hasn't figured out how to do their job yet.
Well, yesterday there was a terrible stoppage. Nobody was hurt, but a few hundred people were stuck on the tracks for several hours and had to be evacuated - get this - by jumping over a two-foot gap between two trains to get from their stuck train to the new one that pulled up alongside it.
There was only one train that was stuck - that one, but the entire platform all over the island went down for four hours.
Now, I was waiting at one of the stations to pick up Boyfriend from work. He takes the REM all the time, and usually misses all the problems because he usually goes in at 6:30 in the morning and comes home at 4:00 in the afternoon before anything can go wrong. But yesterday he had worked late and got stuck with the rest of the commuters.
We were texting each other, he letting me know the announcements kept saying that service would resume in a few minutes, me letting him know I saw an ambulance, fire truck, and empty buses speeding along the reserve lane headed in his direction. I spoke to my friend L who has the REM app, and she told me the whole platform was down.
I'd been waiting for Boyfriend for about 45 minutes when I decided to call Hubby to let him know what was going on. He listened carefully while I gave him all the details of all the conversations, thought carefully, and then said:
"Well, I've had a snack, so it's okay."
I looked at the phone in my hand and said "What?!"
Because, in his male privileged mind, I must have been calling to tell him dinner would be delayed!
Because why the heck else would I possibly be calling him?!
Why indeed!
