Life is weird...

So, I'm sitting on the Mon Incline this morning. I had just completed the 18 minute, .7 mile walk from my door to the incline. I was sweating. It was gloomy and grey out, which was a pretty interesting way in which to view Pittsburgh from atop Mt. Wash. And, as I said, I'm sitting on the incline, wondering what I am going to blog about today.

When all of a sudden, the incline car stops. About a quarter of the way down the hill.

There were only three people on the car: me, some other young dude, and this old lady (side note: my fears about long lines for the incline have been allayed). The old lady says to the young dude, "what's going on?" Nobody has any idea.

I am not panicking, but there are several thoughts going through my head:

1. I may be late for work, I should text Zach, my supervisor.
2. This might be my last trip on the incline--either because it hurls me to a previously unexpected death, or because I'm not willing to subject myself to those chances again.
3. How weird is it that, at the exact moment I'm searching for something to blog about, the incline stops?

Being a suburban boy, I haven't ridden the incline too many times in my life. So I don't know if this is par for the course or not, but it really seems like it shouldn't be. Do you know how the incline works? Check out these website to see: http://www.portauthority.org/PAAC/customerinfo/inclines/tabid/119/default.aspx
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monongahela_Incline
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duquesne_Incline

They are basically cars that are carried by cables up and down the tracks. I pay attention to Pittsburgh news, and I've never heard about "incline tragedies", so my guard wasn't up. It is now. I have decided that I will continue riding the inclines, but if this becomes a too-common occurrence...maybe the bus doesn't look so bad?

p.s. I have gotten word of at least two friends who are reading this. Comment please! I don't want to have to call you out, but you know who you are.