R.I.P. to the drip stalagmite forming on the northbound side of the Chicago Ave. red line platform for the last 10 years. They chopped it. They fuckin scraped it right off n away. A treasure, squandered.

R.I.P. to the drip stalagmite forming on the northbound side of the Chicago Ave. red line platform for the last 10 years. They chopped it. They fuckin scraped it right off n away. A treasure, squandered.
Painting of Garfield reaching inside his abdomen while holding a mysterious pink heart key with his prehensile tail.
You are at Howard train station of Chicago. The next southbound Red Line train is shown as departing in <1 minute (note: this may mean that the train has already left, is about to leave, or is yet to arrive and will leave 15–20 minutes in the future.
At the southbound platform, there are two trains waiting, one on either side, both with their doors open. Neither train has information displayed on it.
A disembodied voice says over a conductor's loudspeaker 📢 "This is a red line train, this is a red line train." You cannot know which train said this until it reveals itself by closing the doors and leaving you behind.
You miss the train.