Looong commute

Some poor fellow drove his motorized wheelchair under the train crossing guard arm in San Mateo, and my train ride home when from 45 minutes to two and a half hours. While I have sympathy for the poor man who was killed (and wonder why he did that...did he think he could beat the train because his chair was motorized, or was it suicide?), I wish people wouldn't do it during commute time. Yes, I'm heartless. Also slightly drunk, since my beloved had wine waiting for me, and a lovely pot roast with roasted vegetables (it was actually cool and over cast today, so it was a perfect meal). And now for some Buffy. Or Angel.