Fucking SEPTA!

Yeah, how many god damn times have you Philly people gotten fucked by those asshole at SEPTA? What the fuck is their problem over there? This time, those cock suckers fucked me so bad I got inspired to start this blog. I got fucked by them on Friday, Halloween. And god damn it, so did about a million other people. Here's how they did it to me this time. The Phillies won the World Series, I still can't believe it, and the parade is scheduled for Oct 31 at noon. The city encourages people to take public transportation to the event. That sounds good to me, after all I'm all for doing the smart thing. So I drive to Newark, DE, since I now live in Baltimore, to take the train into town. Seems like a good idea, drive 1 hour north, take a leisurely ride into Philly for a couple bucks, not have to worry about parking, traffic or the Philly's douche bag drivers. Cool, right? After all, the dopes in Philly gov't and at the 2 rag newspapers encouraged everyone to do this, surely SEPTA is aware that a couple million people are going to be commuting into center city. To quote Captain Spalding, "Well, fuck me sideways," they sure shit the bed big time. The parking lot was full, over full to be more precise. Nowhere to park at all. So I drive around Newark, DE franticly looking for a spot. I find one on the street and park behind an SUV with Jersey tags. I run across the bridge to get this train, since I am now late because there is no parking. I get on the train, it is packed to the gills with fans. I think to myself, cool, there is no room for anyone else, we are now an express train. This was true, after we sat in WIlmington for 30 minutes. Off to the parade, we get there with no trouble, that's a first.

OK, parade was nuts, freaking awesome and everything it could be. Nice job. Parade is over, now I must return to Baltimore, first I have to get some food I ordered in Newark. It is 3:15 PM, the store in Newark closes at 7 PM. That gives me plenty of time, right? I think fucking not. I walk over to the Broad Street line station at Broad and Oregon. The line is gigantic. They want people to first wait in line to buy tokens, than wait in line to hand your token to the SEPTA employee at the gate. There is only 1 man at this gate. One. There are 5 thousand people trying to get on this fucking train and they have 1 fucking asshole collecting tokens? I have to walk it. Not to bad, maybe 3 miles to Suburban Station, the day is beautiful and people are everywhere. So I walk. I get to Suburban Station at 4:30, that leaves me 2.5 hours to get to Newark to get my food. When I entered the train station I was greeted by about 30,000 other people waiting in these lines that stretched for what seemed like a half mile. Once I found my train, which was almost impossible because of all the random snaking lines streaming all over the dirty station I discovered the people standing there had already been waiting 2 hours. So I jumped the line, no one noticed, and waited another 60 minutes to get on a train. So I am now down to 1.5 hours to go. 45 minutes later, when the train reached Wilmington, DE I am notified that this is the last stop. Perfect. I am also told that the train to Newark is on its way, but no one knows when it will arrive. So I wait until I have 30 minutes to go and say fuck it and head to get a cab. I walk out, get the closest cabbie and ask him to drive me to Main St. in Newark in 30 minutes. We get to the deli at 6:58 PM, luckily it was just in time. So now the cabbie takes me to my car, I have to pay him 60 god damn dollars for the mother fucking fare, fuck you SEPTA, and walk to my car. Upon reaching my auto I realize there are some tickets under the wiper. Perfect. 40 fucking dollar parking ticket. The fucking sign was a hundred yards up the road. Fantastic. That, my friends, is a grand total of 100 dollars that SEPTA fucked me for.

So, doing the right thing like the city and the papers suggested- take public transportation into town. Check. Now take the public transportation out of town, check. 3 hours and 45 minutes later, plus the hundred dollars blown I arrived at my car to drive back home. Fucked.

Fuck you SEPTA, you fucked me again, I'm out a hundred bucks and you definitely fucked millions of other people on Friday. Keep up the great work, you fucking suck.

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I created this blog to bitch about getting fucked over. I am post entries based on the many institutions, agencies, businesses and offices that fuck me over on a regular bases. I encourage anyone who visits this to post story about getting fucked over too. Don't be afraid to name names and be as descriptive as possible about who fucked you over and how fucking pissed you are about it. I'm not sure if anything will come of this blog, but it will be freaking sweet to have this shit published cause I hate getting fucked over.