It’s Sunday, the Eagles are about to win Super Bowl 52 and you start wondering how you’re going to be able to take off work. You submit, receive approval, and think about how glorious it will be to be surrounded by people in Midnight green. The only thing you need to worry about is the only thing you haven’t thought about: how you’re going to get there.

Problem:

If you live in the suburbs like me, you likely didn’t anticipate this being a problem. And if you’re like me, you feel like a total idiot. I spent most of the morning watching Fox 29 interviewing people in a line at a train station, many of whom had stood in line for 2 hours. In fact, I have a friend who went to three different train stations this morning just to grab two passes. She struck out three times. And so this raises the question. How are we supposed to be expected to get to a parade if we can’t even fit inside the train?

It turns out that people searching for tickets could buy a maximum of 10 tickets per person. Well, that is, if the clerk knew about the 10 ticket maximum:

Of course, it gets worse:


If only SEPTA had a system of tracks and cars to get the passes out to their other stations in an expedient fashion. This archaic SEPTA policy of buying a ticket in-person was bad enough, but now they expect you to a take a train into the city to buy a ticket to take a train into the city.

Murphy’s law states that anything that can go wrong will go wrong. Unless the city of Philadelphia and SEPTA are able to turn this around, will have to rename it Kenney’s Law.

Seriously, the confusion that SEPTA has perpetuated is unacceptable and has already soured what should be the greatest celebration we’ve ever seen.

The only potential hope? St. Winnie at the Cornwells Heights Station in Bensalem.

Wait. They ruined it again.

SEPTA’d it.