losing my religion

I see my friend Randi at the train station a few times a week since she and her family moved into the neighborhood. Coincidentally, we work in the same office building.

This morning, the train schedules were way off because when I arrived at the station at my regular time, the platform was packed with five times the usual amount of waiting passengers. A few minutes later, a visibly annoyed Randi stood by my side. She informed me that she had already been at the station earlier in the morning, waiting for a train that never arrived. She told me that several trains had zipped by with no intention of stopping. Off on the distant track, a train approached and we had this brief exchange...

R: "I hope this train stops. Please God."

The train wooshes by, leaving mussed hair and rattling newspapers in its wake.

JPiC: "It didn't stop. There is no God."

R:"What?"

JPiC: "You just said 'Please God' and the train didn't stop. Your God has forsaken you."

R: "That's because of the jerks at SEPTA! (the region's mass transit company)"

JPiC: "The train goes by and it's SEPTA's fault. But, had the train stopped, would it have meant that God had answered your prayers?"

R: "Shut up."