Going to work sucks, we get it. No one wants to go there and everyone is trying to get there around the same time. As such, something miraculous needs to have happened to you on the way into the office for anyone to care about the details of that transit life. Rarely are anyone's commute horror stories as riveting as the poster imagines: checking Facebook between nine and eleven on a weekday is about as exciting as your bus ride into the city. Our least favorite variety of getting to work status has to be the "something got in my way and I still made it on time" updates. If a tree falls from the forest on to the Interstate and you still get to work on time, does anybody care?