Wednesday evening I was running late for an appointment. I took the Broad Street Line to City Hall, then was going to cut through Suburban Station to get to my destination. Somehow, I did not find myself in Suburban Station. I walked through a long tunnel, and the next thing I knew I was at Market East. What? I walked back to the City Hall station. Where had I gone wrong? No idea. All I could figure out was that I had found an exit I had never used before. I asked the man in the ticket window for help, and he being a SEPTA worker didn’t listen to me and instead yelled at me to pay for a ticket even though I was trying to figure out how to get out of this mess, not re-enter it. Good God. Quite a humbling experience. I don’t think I can consider myself to be a true Philadelphian until I have mastered this Center City maze of tunnels.

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