R for Better Service

Something is always happening to make commuters mad at the Long Island Rail Road. For instance: a waddling, mangy dog trotted for two miles down the track ahead of a local train jammed with commuters from Far Rockaway. The irked Manhattan-bound commuters were late again, as were other hundreds on a dozen trains that trailed the dog-slowed train.

For this and other odd reasons (wet leaves on rails causing driving wheels to skid, burned-out signal lights, removing stub born drunks from trains, and stalled automobiles from grade crossing), 3,278 out of 21,646...