I yell at you for not letting me cross the street when you were clearly there first, you run red lights and almost run me over. I leave at 1:15 to try to catch a train at 1:49, your trolly decides to not show up until 1:35. Oh what a twisted track we both ride. For a brief second we seemed to be friends today, when you dropped me off early at my destination and arrived on schedule to pick me up. But alas it was short lived, as your trollies decided once again to not show up. My dearest SEPTA, remember last year when you sent your trolly track workers to do construction at 3:00am at a location that happened to be just outside my bedroom window? I do. To our future, my lovely form of public transportation! May Philadelphia and it's surrounding areas love you just as much as I do. We have the possibility of a friendly future, just as long as you don't run me over and I don't steal your windshield wiper like that crazy guy last month did.