things that make you go "you fuckheads".

When your train pulls into the Secaucus transfer point and after the usual spiel, the conductor tacks on "Oh, and 33rd St. PATH isn't running; if you need the 33rd St. train, you should transfer here for Penn Station instead", and you scramble around to grab all your shit and disembark, and join the confused shuffling mass on the Penn-bound tracks, and you at least only have to wait 5 minutes or so for a train but then it's a ten-minute wander through Penn to get to the subway, and in general you end up being about 15 minutes late; and then the Beloved Husband IMs you that when he got to Hoboken, having stayed on the original train, the PATH was operating normally.

Extra bonus points of irritation because I'd already called dariodevil to warn him about the purported outage, so he's no doubt already re-arranged his morning schedule utterly unnecessarily.