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Today the train I was riding on broke down on the way to work. It got as far as Ngarunga Gorge Station, jerked forwards and backwards a bit and then farted and died. The rush-hour commuters sat there for 30 minutes, reading, listening to ipods and looking at the waves in Wellington City Harbour. Woohoo.
Late for work. Again.
And I was doing so well.
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