A Metaphor

Have you ever been running to catch the train and you see it pulling into the station so you run up the stairs two at a time and jump in just as the conductor is closing the doors and fall into the priority-seating seats and pretend to cough or yawn to cover up the fact that you're out of breath from running a single flight of steps, and close your eyes and thank whatever-it-is that's watching over you and taking care of you, and silently congratulate yourself on having made it against against all odds, and then seven stops later realize that you're going in the wrong direction?

This hasn't actually happened to me. It's a metaphor.