My train was 40 minutes late this morning. I had my winter coat on and and kind of a light sweater and before I left my house, I thought, maybe I should put another sweater on, thank god I did. I stood outside for about 25 mins, then decided to go in to the place where you buy tickets, which is the size of a shoebox, and that was standing room only, then, we were told to go to the other side of the track and wait even longer. I then got on the train with numb feet and had to stand on a ridicuolously packed train to move a little, then come to a complete standstill. I finally got to the city. I never thought i'd be so happy to see the subway train.