Erinn and I got on the subway tonight to head to swim practice in Brooklyn. I don't even remember what we were talking about but we were deep in conversation when all of a sudden, the doors opened and the conductor announced, "This is 34th Street, Herald Square. Transfer is available to the N, R, W, B, D, F and V trains. Connection is available to Penn Station."
"Wow," I thought to myself, "this train is moving quickly. We're going to make it to swimming in no time!" And then it dawned on me. Yes, the train was moving very quickly but in the WRONG DIRECTION. In our excitement to get on the train, we got on the wrong train. So we hopped off the uptown train, went up stairs, crossed the bridge and down the stairs to the downtown platform. We retraced our steps back downtown and continued on our way to Brooklyn. And we made it to swim practice with time to spare (as we always do).
Moral of the story: When taking the subway, always allow time for delays, diversions and stupidity.