Stranded!

Well, I'm officially old. Yesterday I turned 22! Weird. My friend, Erin, and I had big plans for her Christmas gift, so I got online and also made a few phone calls to make sure that everything was going to work out. We were in luck! The lady on the phone confirmed the information on the internet, which was that the last train going from Salt Lake to Sandy left at 11:46 PM.

So, we parked in Sandy so we wouldn't have to worry about traffic or parking and we went to a Voicemale concert at Abravanel Hall. We had a great time at the concert! :)

After the concert ended we were both pretty hungry so we decided to grab a bite to eat because we had plenty of time. We knew we had a little bit of time because the lady on the phone told us that trains come every 15 minutes...

We ate, got a free birthday dessert, and walked back to the station. We arrived there at about 11:15, and figured that we would catch the 11:31 train to Sandy. When that train didn't come, we started reading signs to figure out what was going on. I called my mom and told her what was going on, and she was pretty irritated by the whole situation as well. The signs we were reading matched the information from BOTH the internet and the lady on the phone.

So, at 11:48 a train pulled up. We were so happy to see it! The only problem was that it said Murray on the front, and we needed the Sandy train. :( We went to the driver who informed us that this was the last train of the night and that it only went as far as Murray. We argued that the internet, lady on the phone, AND posted signs at the station said otherwise...she even got out of the train and read the sign herself! Any guesses on what she said to us? It pretty much went like this, "That information is wrong." Then she climbed in the train and drove away.

Erin and I stood there not knowing what to do for a couple of minutes. We were stranded in downtown Salt Lake and it was freezing cold! :( Our car was in Sandy, our cell phones were nearly dead, and our families both live in Nephi. I did the first thing I thought to do, which was call my brother-in-law in West Bountiful. We waited in a warm motel until Dallan came to our rescue!

We finally pulled into the Sandy train station, to see the train driver walking from a train to a car. Yep, the SAME driver that had been so rude to us at the Salt Lake station. I can't even think of the words to use that would could possibly describe to you just how irritated I was! GRRRR!!! I probably won't be using Trax again.

That is all.