Well, after bouncing around Baltimore for several days, we boarded an AMTRAK train bound for Philly. We did not take the Acela Express, but one of the normal trains. We arrived at Penn Station early as we did not know what would be required of us to board the train. In my ignorance (I'd not been on a train since about age 10 years), I asked if they accepted carry on luggage. I was relieved when they said, "yes". The ride to Philly was uneventful.
Once in Philly, we touched bases with one of Rob's shipmates, Al. We were to meet up with him at the 30th Street station, or, at least, we thought we were to meet him there as he got off the R1 Airport train on his way to Market Place East. Oops! Wrong info... We were supposed to geton the train and go with him to Market Place East.
At the ticket counter, I spoke to a young woman and asked her if they had any weekend passes or something similar that we could use for the weekend to get around town. She sold me two commuter passes for $40+ dollars and several times told me that they would be good through Sunday night. OK...
We got onto a train that was headed to Market Street East to meet up with Al. No one checked the tickets. OK... After bouncing around town for a couple of hours, we got onto another train to go back to the 30th Street Station. Again, no one checked the tickets. OK... Whatever... At 30th street, the trains had been delayed due to a severe storm and we finally got the 7:04pm train at 7:41pm, which was headed to the airport. Well, the conductor checked our tickets and told us that they weren't any good for this weekend. The woman who sold them to us, sold us tickets for NEXT weekend! We won't be here! The conductor just said, "they're idiots!" and didn't charge us for the tickets to go to the airport. However, we need to either get these replaced or get our money back from the ticket issuing agency. Sigh... It's always something.
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