Despite MTA service advisories saying that everything was fine through Chappaqua amidst yesterday’s tornado-ish weather, there was all sorts of hell to encounter on the 6:10. Of course, the one day a friend (Joey From 5D) joins us on the train for a visit, we were treated to the worst ride we’ve experienced in seven months of commuting. Trees were down on the tracks, and there was a giant train traffic jam in White Plains.

We actually got off to a decent start, then started slowing down in Scarsdale. Joey from 5D and I had finished our Sam Adams and sort of ran out of old-friends stuff to talk about (”What’s up with Kat?” “What’s up with A***hole Guy?”). Bored with our surroundings, we started looking out the window for things to stimulate us. (Yes, Joey from 5D, there is a lot of garbage along the tracks, and no, not everyone in this particular town drives a BMW or a Mini. It’s a car dealer.)

We slowed to a crawl in Hartsdale, then a complete stop. Fortunately, the Missus agreed to pick us up two stops early, in North White Plains. By the time we limped into NWP, we’d been on board for an hour and 5 minutes, a full half-hour longer than it should take.

Of course, getting off at a new station meant some sightseeing, such as the giant CVS and the lot where they keep busted cement mixers.