In fact, not too long ago, I missed my train home from the Moorpark station. This itself wasn’t that stressful, as I understood that there would be another train at 8:00 and that there was a reason why I had to stay in Moorpark three more hours. At first, I thought it was to enjoy a lovely dinner with Sandy and Emeric, but that’s not worth a whole blog post, is it?
Maybe if the jokes were tamer…
Anyway, once back at the station, as so often happens, I found myself in a lively conversation with two gals from Belize, of all places (I had just finished editing a 16-page paper on Belize-Guatemala relations the day before). This mother-daughter duo had jumped on the wrong train and found themselves 70 miles off course. Figuring they’d find a quick solution in the 8:00 southbound, I gave them directions and waited for that telltale horn in the distance.
At 8:10, I wondered two things: 1) where was that telltale horn in the distance and 2) why was the station so vacant? The timetable had an answer. THERE IS NO 8:00 TRAIN OUT OF MOORPARK. Moorpark had long since shut down for the evening, and even the last eastbound bus had left hours earlier.
As if to rub it in, the southbound train blazed past us on its way to Smile Station in Simi Valley.
I dialed Sandy and sheepishly explained the miscalculation. To the credit of the Smile TV crew, Emeric showed up 20 minutes later to save the day. However, I wasn’t sure if there would be room for the two stranded gals from Belize.
It took some negotiation and sheepish grinning, but all three of us piled into the car for the hour-long drive to the Glendale Metrolink station. We arrived just in time for the two Belizean gals to catch the last train to Lancaster, rewarding Emeric handsomely for his good deed in the process.
In conclusion, had I made the right train at the right time, I would not have been stranded in Moorpark. Emeric would have never come to save the day, and these two ladies from Belize would have had no other option but to sleep on a damp bus bench, demonstrating that when life throws you off track, it can take two wrongs to make it right again.