We were about a hundred feet from the Millbrae station this morning when the train stopped. Then started to go back to the airport. The conductor announced over the loudspeaker that there was a "police action" at Millbrae and so all trains were to be turned around.

At the airport we tried to learn what was going on but nobody knew anything. "Police action," after all could mean anything from invading small, third world countries, to some crazy guy trying to climb somewhere they shouldn't climb. And since we knew that yesterday, trains were delayed for 50 minutes due to a bomb threat, we decided to strike it out on our own.

We asked somebody at the station about what to do and they told us to take a bus which would take us to Millbrae. So we hopped on it only to discover that "to Millbrae" meant "to Millbrae by way of a twenty-minute walk and the crossing of a major highway." We are now screwed, stuck on a bus that goes nowhere near our office at Super Mondo Corp. with no knowledge of how to get anywhere near our office.

After asking the bus driver and studying maps, we discovered that we could get off at the San Mateo Caltrain station for the next train. Which we did. And where we spent twenty-five minutes waiting for the next train that would stop there. Finally, we got on that train, got off at our station, then hopped on a shuttle to take us to work.

Total commute time? Two hours. Total number of vehicles? One BART, one Caltrain, one bus, and one shuttle. Total amount of times we've been this late into work this week? Twice.

We don't know what happened at Millbrae as we couldn't find any news of it. We don't know whether it was because the "police action" was something so minor it wasn't deemed newsworthy or because the Millbrae extension is the forgotten, ignored public transit hubs. The Joey Fatone of BART stops.

All we know is that the commute is really getting to us. And we're breaking down and buying a car. We've had it.