The Defining Element: The Rosser Experience

Let me start off by saying I am not at all satisfied with the way the Mass Transit Admin is handled. I went to a football game a while back in the middle of December (brr) and not only did it take forever for my light rail train to reach the loading platform, my fellow passengers and I had to endure crap you wouldn't believe. There weren't enough seats for everybody, so I had to stand in the area in between the two cars (you know, where it has the rotating circle so the train can make turns) so while I am standing up and trying not to fall face first into some old man's lap, the lights suddenly go off (mind you, this was around 11 o' clock at night) and as I am standing there on my spinning circle of doom, I hear over the loudspeaker that the train is getting "recycled" whatever the hell that means. So I am in pitch black darkness while I am in the middle of the slums with a train full of drunken sweaty hyped up football fans for approximately 5 minutes. Then as soon as the lights come on and we start moving again, we reach another station platform, where everybody on that train is ushered off to stand in the freezing cold December night for, what, I'd say about 45 minutes until another train comes to pick everybody up. So I'm standing there, and after 30 minutes, I see the headlights of another train down the line. I practically shout, "Hooray!!" but I don't because I have self control. Then I hear from somebody next to me that the train has to wait for the other train that abandoned us in the first place to pass it. So, as you can probably tell, I am very pissed off at this point. Eventually, the hundred-some people board the new train and we get back to the park-and-ride where our cars were parked.