Normally, when there were delays in the subway, Alistair would just stick it out underground and wait, no matter how long it took for the train to arrive. Today, for God-knows-what reason, when he saw the “Please add a half-hour to your travel time” on the notification board, he decided that he would just come back up and take a cab to work. Normally, his neighborhood was overrun with taxis, always honking their horns and hogging the pumps at the petrol station, but of course on the one day he wanted one, there were none in sight. How aggravating. Fifteen minutes wasted in the metro station, and ten minutes standing on this corner like a cheap tart, going nowhere. Alistair supposed he might as well start walking, although he was going to be seriously late no matter how he got to work at this stage. God, he hated being late. Stupid subway.