A hidden meaning somewhere

Did I mention in my previous post that Barcelona is extremely sensuous too? I do now...
The hidden meaning I am talking about has to do with my whole day yesterday... Mercury going retrograde and all, I was caught up in a web of delays. Going to the metro station Diagonal to take the metro train, I discovered that due to technical causes the train would delay - there was a 20 minute delay.

Then the train would stop in every station for about 2 minutes (not very likely for a metro train but what can you do - right?) Went to the hotel, packed the bags and back to the metro. Unfortunately the same line did still face problems considering the fact that I did like about 15 minutes for 2 stops!

The Sants-estacion (train station). I get behind a HUGE queue. The train will leave at 17.30. My airplane flies at 18.50. Still manageable somehow... But no, someone has fallen (probably deliberately) in the railway tracks and the trains will have at least 30 minute delay (all that in "sign-language" since Spanish people are not very famous for their knowledge of English...) Taxi is the only way [By the way, I made the acquaintance with a very nice guy here with whom I shared the taxi]

Made it to the airport, made it to the gate – however, there is a 20 minute delay in the flight!

Then I made it to the gate in Roma - The flight gate was changed, but still I got there on time. But no, another 1 hour delay there...

And the last blow. Outside the airport of my home town. A queue of taxis and I am waiting for the taxi to come pick me up. The taxi driver in the cab I am supposed to take is not in the driver's seat. He has gone to piss or something!!! He came quickly but is someone trying to tell me something???????????