Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever been stuck anywhere because I missed the last train (or bus) home. When I was a college student in Baltimore, I would often take the 10:05 MARC back from Washington, but if I planned on staying out late, I'd crash with a friend in Georgetown. Barring that, Amtrak ran later trains. I've had to take a cab home before, but I've never had to go as far as the people in the story who spend over $100 to go as far as New Haven. I consider myself lucky.
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A friend of mine (and yours) once got on the wrong MARC train from D.C. to Baltimore and ended up in Martinsburg, WV. And took a cab from Martinsburg to Baltimore to the tune of $100.
Of course not. Do you think I'd shell out $100 for a cab? I'd call you and make you come pick me up.
You'd still be in West Virginia, bub.
Picture it: Milan, 1998. I was on my way home after studying abroad in Italy, had taken the train from Florence up to Milan to get my flight home, but reached Milan too late at night to catch the shuttle bus to the airport. My flight was leaving the next morning, and I only had enough money to spend on the first bus in the morning, so no youth hostel for me. Instead, I spent the night on the front porch of Milan's train station, surrounded by three months' worth of luggage.
I called friends back at my college in the U.S. until my phone cards ran out; I listened to the CDs I had with me till my batteries ran down; then I struck up a conversation with a guy who told me about meeting Bill Clinton when he went to his uncle's pizzeria in Naples. So all in all it wasn't such a bad night, and I made it onto the first shuttle bus the next morning and then back home with no problems. Still, I've never told my parents about that particular learning experience.
