My wife sometimes travels AMTRAK to Washington to see a friend who will fly in for meetings. She meets him there and they catch up. One the way home once, the train broke. Just plain broke.

After several hours of, "Just a few more minutes of your patience," they finally had to call for another train. I know this because she kept me filled in via cell phone, and graciously allowed her seatmate to call her family to let them know what was going on.

They reached downtown Philly way after the last train had departed for surburbia. The passengers were unceremomiously dumped at the the station. No apologies. No explanations.

I drove into downtown Philly to get her so she would not have to find a motel and spend the night there. Since we married (in 1991), our nights apart have been few and far between, and we prefer it that way!

-- Craig