And lo, Friday did finally arrive. And the curs’ed commuter thanked the driver of the omnibus and made his way into the station. And he stood aghast in front of the Writings on the Wall and puzzled at how such a bizarre event had occurred. For he was early for his train. Dazed, and quite unsure what to do with himself for 20 minutes, he wandered to the platform and stood in the sunshine. And he waited. And waited. He glared at the grand mechanical hourglasses, certain they had slowed. 15 minutes to go. He paced back and forth, to and fro. And he waited. And waited some more. Back and forth, to and fro he perambulated, almost dizzy in his efforts to pass the time. 10 minutes to go. And he waited and he did ponder why time was ne’er so favourable on the Sabbath.