It was just like every other day at Longwood Medical Area Station: waiting 20+ minutes until one of the "every 8 minutes" Heath St trains showed up at 12:10. On cue, a green sardine can came hurtling towards me, but then proceeded all the way up to the intersection before speeding off and blowing it's horn. That was certainly not typical. From my knowledge of the stop light cycle, I noted that it must have blown a red light as well.
A train followed closely behind, so I thought to myself, "No worries!" However, I soon overheard they were hoping to short turn the train I was riding. The plan was quickly nixed, though, thanks to a wheelchair-bound passenger who was heading Heath-bound. A new plan was quickly formulated to split the train into two trolleys and crossover the trailing car, and so we waited between Longwood and Brigham Circle anyway.
The train was hastily pried apart with a thump, and we soon proceeded into the station. This was soon followed by the Heath-bound trolley losing air pressure. Good thing they split the train to fix the schedule, right? Eventually, the wheelchair passenger simply asked to be let off so he could run to 7/11, to which the operator obliged - except, the platform was at the opposite side from where wheelchair passengers disembark at Heath Street. The doors on this side did not operate, and so they had to bring him down the trolley to the other doors.
Eventually, even I had to be kicked off the train as it was pulled from service. There were three trains immediately behind the disabled trolley at this point, and a plan was formed to begin short turning more trains. At last, I embarked what was then third Heath St train I had waited for after going just one stop. But it didn't end, oh no, it did not. The train sat on South Huntington Ave as an inspector worked his magic on the disabled train which was now hogging up Heath Street Station.
It took 50 minutes, but I was finally at the VA Hospital at 12:40. At any time, I could have walked for 20 minutes instead (I was monitoring the bus app as well, but at no point would the 39 have worked out unless you could predict the next problem), but I was not in a rush, and I preferred to experience this as a typical passenger would. Unfortunately, it seems bizarre events like this occur every day on the E Line. What, exactly, do the inspectors and dispatchers smoke?