Captain Obvious on the Late Train

Why, yes, astute fellow passenger, it is warm on the heated train car packed with folks commuting like yourself. Thank you for announcing it to the whole car loudly from the seat directly behind me with a disgusted moan. I might not have noticed without your super power of stating the obvious. 

I also am enjoying your snotty sniffling and snorting. It reminds me that it's the season for taking extra vitamins.

Thank you so much for your help during tonight's train ride.

Bad Math on the Weekend Train

I am on the train home from a long, full day in the city. Lots of walking, lots of sightseeing, great times with great people.  I have two ladies and two girls with me. The girls wanted to sit on the upper level of the train on the way home - no problem! We found some seats together. The two girls are facing each other, the two ladies are facing each other, and I am sitting behind the two pairs.  

A few stops in, a man got on the train and made his way to the upper level. He stopped near us and looked back and forth. Then he said, "Excuse me ladies, can you turn one of those seats around so I can have a seat?" We looked at each other. We looked at the seats. We looked at him. We looked at each other again. My adept sister looked right at him and said, "there's a seat right back there." As he found another seat, we all looked at each other again and made sure that our math was correct: if five people are sitting in five seats and one of us got up so he could sit down, there will still be one person without a seat. That's just good math.  His math was bad...very bad.

Funny Observations on a Different Train

I am not on the Metra BNSF train this evening. I am, instead, on the CTA Blue Line train from the city to O'Hare airport. 

Kids, there is an entirely different set of crowds to observe here!

Here's the one I choose to cling onto tonight: the subtle reading of someone else's phone over said phone user's shoulder. Don't get me wrong; I've witnessed this behavior in other places. The El train just takes it to a new level.

A chick is sitting forward in her seat, swipe-texting away on her phone. The dude in the seat next to her is leaned back in his seat, and he is reading her screen over her shoulder.  The same thing is happening a few rows away, as someone standing is reading the phone of someone sitting.

Is this an invasion of privacy? If a person didn't want anyone to read her phone, would she cover it? Has our society changed so much with technology that we now don't mind if someone is reading our private conversations? 

Surely people have taken a peek while I type my blogs. On my phone. On the train. I count that as an extra reader!

I suppose we each take our own chances with our technology. I expect that in the distant future, humans won't be able to look up, what with all the staring down at our technology, which could be training out neck muscles to stay in a certain position...

Just my thoughts...take 'em or leave 'em.

Angry People Waiting for the Delayed Train

So, listen. There are hundreds, if not thousands, of people all wanting to get that one train that is boarding. It's extremely warm, yes. We are all packed together. Yelling from behind at least 200 of those people that you need to get to track eight is funny, to say the least. I really enjoyed the lady who said, "Someone should protest." Protest what? Mechanical issues? Sweaty people standing still while waiting for the trains to start working again? YOU are someone. YOU protest. 

Another good one: "If they don't hold that train there is going to be a riot." Really? Where and from whom? We are sardines!

I'm going to keep shuffling along, listening to my music, and understanding that this is NOT the end of the world. It is one evening commute in a lifetime of days.

Finally making a train, a local scheduled to depart at 5:36, I squeezed in and went as far as I could go before the train was full and standing-room-only. It departed at 5:52.

At 6:25, a nice young man, seeing a vacated seat behind him, tapped me on the shoulder, pointed to the seat, and said, "Ma'am?" I thanked him, if ignoring the I-am-not-old-enough-to-be-called-ma'am feeling and took a seat. I'll have a lovely commute. :)

Miserable Jerk on the Friday Train

Look, dude, I'm sorry if your life is so miserable that you can't sit on the train and be at peace with the fact that there are other human beings surrounding you. However, that gives you no right to project that misery onto those in your direct vicinity. Yes, my extremely tall husband is sitting in the seat behind you, and his knees are pushed into your back. I can assure you it is more uncomfortable for him than for you. Yes, the kind-looking gentelman who sat down across from you in the four-seater put his bag down beside him. You didn't have to overreact when moving your own bag, acting like it was a travesty that his bag might be touching yours. And yes, my husband had a coughing fit for a few moments. Thanks for asking if he was okay. Oh, wait, that's not what you did. You instead told him to keep up the good job of coughing all over you and mentioned he had done it twice. Not sure how you figure that happened. He was covering his mouth and nose with his arm. I find it hilarious that this "confrontation" was done without even attempting to turn around in your seat to face him when insulting him. You are not only a jerk, but also a coward.

Can't you feel good about the fact that it's Friday? So maybe you had a bad day. Don't take it out on everyone who comes into contact with you. We all have our burdens to bear. Get over yourself.

Be warned, all miserable jerks on the BNSF. When you behave in an unjust way, you go in the blog.

Feuding Girl Groups on the Late Train

"Oh. My. God. Those girls on the upper level think they are soooooo cooler than us. But they are sooooo wrong. I'm going to tweet about them right now."

Yes the girls on the upper level are playing their music so loud we can all hear it, and they are singing along. You don't have to sing aloud with them. Nor do you need to point out to one of the most amazing conductors on this train line that their music is loud. He hears it. You are not any better than the girls on the upper level. And you just referenced your clients. You look about 19. Clients at Old Navy, I hope...

That blue Gatorade bottle is not hiding the vodka, BTW.

Have I mentioned how much I love summer on the train?

LOUD on the Late Train

Disclaimer: I love kids. I adore babies. I do not love nor adore loud adults on the train.

Hey, (maybe) drunk lady.  Awesome for you that you helped the crying baby in the seat next to you to calm down (mostly).  However, did you need to engage the baby's older sister in what can only be called annoyingly loud toddler talk (more from you than he girl). I mean, come on! The baby thinks it's awesome that you're having a loud conversation, so she's now testing her vocal cords. It's the late train. Nobody needs to talk SO loud that I can hear you over my iTunes. The kids I can handle. You, on the other hand, are hitting my nerves... Why are quiet cars only for rush hour???

Missing the Late Train and Taking the Later Train

So, I missed th 9:40 train home. I am currently waiting on the 10:40 train with several others who missed the 9:40 train by a bit. The difference? I knew I was going to miss the 9:40. Most of them are surprised there is no train waiting to transport them home.

So, I sit here listening to my iTunes (currently The Gambler) waiting for the train. I feel I am now an experienced commuter, an experienced late-train rider...

There may be more later...for now, I am setting an alarm and kicking back to enjoy my extra time...

Awesome Conductor on the Late Train

Folks, you know how sometimes on a flight-maybe early morning or late night-the flight attendant makes funny announcements just to make the flight go by with a smile? I love that.

Well, you know what? It happens on Metra, too!  

I'm not on a really late train...moderately late, sure. However, as I've mentioned before, it's summer in Chicago. That means awesome late-train rides!

The announcing conductor on this evening's train gave us all a little chuckle or two as he made the departure announcements. They went something like this:

"Ladies and Gentleman, this is the 7:40 train to Aurora. Please have your tickets, money -- or whatever else you need to show us in order to make this day go on -- ready. Do not wait until the last minute. I repeat, do not wait until the last minute. Also, if you need to purchase your ticket on the train, it will be an additional charge of $3 on top of the ticket price. The. Station. Is. Still. Open. This is nothing new. That's $3 more if you need to buy your ticket on the train. Additionally, if you are not in a party of three or more -- that's three or more -- please do not flip the seats. Everyone needs a seat. Make some room. And, for those of you conducting personal hygiene aboard, please stop and do that at home! That means anybody clipping fingernails or toenails, do it somewhere other than the train. If you have to do it, use the restroom.  And finally, do not put your feet on the seats. Feet with shoes, bare feet, dirty feet. Don't do it. That's nasty, and people don't want to sit where your feet have been. Thank you for your attention, and have a great commute."

Awesome. Happy commute, fellow passengers!

Back Seat Driver on the BUS...and Other News

Kids, there is a lady on this bus seriously screaming navigation from the back row like the driver doesn't know the route. She is crazy. Seriously.

In other news, I had a friend tell me today that my recent posts are lacking compared to some of the funny anecdotes of the past.

Well, peeps, my response to this fellow writer, kind friend, and all-around good guy is this: I haven't been on a late train in a bit. Why? I haven't been out with the gang in a bit. So, I think it's time to remedy that by having a grand ole' get together with the work peeps next week. 

What say you? 

Obnoxious Pregnant Lady on the Regular Train

Listen lady,

I get it. Life is rough. You are on the outs with your family.  They treat your poorly and talk down to you about your life decisions. Your pregnancy is high-risk and you have no help, or so you keep telling the person on the other end of that phone call.

However, I don't need to hear about the placement of your placenta and other medically gross stuff related to your pregnancy. This is a commuter train, not a doctor's office or your friend's house or anywhere else that such a (what I consider) private conversation should be held.

K? Thanks!

Summer on the Late Train

I know better, Readers. I really do know better. 

It's summer in Chicago, and that means many touristy types sharing train cars with the normal, commuter types like me.

I could have left the office at 5pm and made an express train. I decided to stay an extra hour or so to finish up that last bit of work on a project in order to start the day fresh tomorrow. I. Know. Better.

The train is leaving any minute now, and in my car is a family with, by my count, 3 over-sugared young boys on the upper level who have torn through the length of the car clanging the reversible seats around while their father, in a low, monotone voice, says "Boys. Stop. Stop, boys." Meanwhile, their mother is on the lower level. She is happily ignoring the "Mom! Look! Look, Mom!" yells from above.

Enter the next set of families traveling together made up of teenagers and moms. "This car doesn't have an outlet. The other one had an outlet. How did we miss the last train? You were slow, that's how! Do you guys want lasagna for dinner? Ew! Gross!"

*Sigh*

Finally, I am again the approachable person on the train, allowing a fellow commuter the seat next to mine, with seconds to spare before the train leaves the station.  

It's gonna be a long hour.  

I think I'll read.

So Loud on the Mid-Day Train

So I had a doctor's appointment this morning. I thought to myself, "Easy-Peasy. Appointment at 8:45, to the train by 9:40, to the office by 11:00."

Well, readers, at 9:40 this morning, there were no parking spaces in the near lot. Or the far lot. Or the side lot. Or the lot a half a block away. (You should note, however, that I accurately guessed how long my appointment would take this morning. Doctor-1, BNSF-0)

So, I headed to the next stop on the train route and get a spot on the parking garage. No, I did not mistype. ON the top level of the parking garage. Hey, at least there was a spot.  Despite the rush to get a spot and hoof it over to the station, I managed to miss the 9:45 train that was running almost 10 minutes late.  The next train wasn't scheduled until 10:45. 

Having at least 45 minutes to kill, I stopped off for a coffee and a yogurt. And waited. And waited. As I waited, a slew of high schoolers walked up. My favorite type of train rider! Teenagers headed to the city beach in droves.

The train finally arrived, ten minutes late of course, and I hopped on a car the high schoolers were NOT boarding...to be met by another hive of them! 

We've made seven stops so far, and each of them has teens boarding. Squealing teens. Loud, squealing teens. Add to that the tourists (good job being thrifty, seriously-kudos), the families with babies, and the mature set, and it feels like a plane trip to Orlando...with as much leg room.

Next time, I just take the whole day off.

Just Call Me Ms. Metra on the Weekend Train

I must come off as really approachable. I coached a lovely group though parking, schedule, and ticket purchasing whilst awaiting an afternoon train into the city.

The tricks? Free parking in the permit lots on weekends; the tracker app told me the train was running 4 minutes late; a weekend pass is $7 per person vs. $5.25 for a one-way pass.

The train is crowded for the weekend...I bet the ride home tonight is full of great potential stories!

Late Freight Trains on the Late Train

Really? A freight train delay at 11 p.m.? 

I was having such a good night.  We are currently running 20 minutes late...and not moving. Awesome.

Thanks BNSF.

It's Not Even the Late Train

Listen, lady...I get it. She's tired. You're tired. You're both hungry. But if that kid wants a bagel and wants to get off the train, I think the rest of us would be okay with either. Whatever is going to make her happy and help her to stop crying. If I had a bagel, I surely would hand it over.  Maybe rush hour wasn't the best option for the ride home. Just sayin'. At least you didn't pick the quiet car. Good for you!

Late Boarders and Poor Etiquette on the Late Train

Your inability to get to the train in a timely manner does not create an emergency on my part. Therefore, if I choose to take my time moving my heavy backpack from the seat to my lap (a wet train floor is no place for my bag), you should not huff at me. 

I was seated, comfortably, 20 minutes before the scheduled departure time. Calm down. You made the train with two minutes to spare. Now stop behaving like the universe is out to get you. It's not. Promise.

Cut to 30 minutes later and several seats having been vacated...

Why are you still sitting next to me? There are three completely empty seats close enough that you wouldn't even have to take two steps. Commuter train etiquette would dictate that as soon as a nearby seat opens up, you get up and take it. I do not know you. I no longer wish to share a seat with you. *sigh*

No Respect on the Late Train

I've been fine all day. All day. All. Day. 

I picked up a chicken/avocado wrap from Au Bon Pain at the train station. I worked late and felt I deserved it.

My back pack is completely full today for various reasons. It was sitting next to me on the seat, where it tends to sit if I have more than my laptop in it. 

I opened my chicken/avocado wrap and starting eating. It's kinda messy, but I had it balancing on my purse, on my lap, and I had a fork. It was working for me.

Then, the lights go out as they tend to do right before we leave the station. Fine. No worries.

Then some major jerk decided he absolutely has to sit in the seat with me. IN THE DARK.  So then I have to shuffle my chicken/avocado wrap and my completely full backpack. 

The fork is in the floor. I shoved my hand into the wrap by accident trying to hold it steady while I moved the backpack to the floor. Major Jerk didn't wait to sit before I had finished. So now the wrap is back in its bag, mushed. I no longer want it. My bottle of flavored sparkling water hit the floor, so while it was closed and did not spill, I am scared to open it. 

Major Jerk seems unconcerned with any of this. Meanwhile, I am a bit crushed.

Glaring Looks on the Late Train

Hey. Dude. Yes, you. Two seats in front of me. Yes, the guy taking up more than your fair share of space in the front seat on the train (you know the one - the row with facing seats open for four people). I am not sure why, in a car full of people talking to each other an on their phones, you chose to turn completely around in your seat to glare at me whilst I spoke with my sister about her daughter's English homework (for which I am quite qualified). I am sure, however, that the level at which I was speaking was not only within normal levels, but below them by train-riding standards. This is no longer rush hour. This is not a quiet car. This is the 7:40 local from Union Station to Aurora. If that's how you react to ME, please don't ride any trains later than this. Your brain surely shall explode from the actual loudness, inappropriate language, and other activities I witness on the late train.

Thank you, and good day. 

I said good day.

Not-So-Muffled and Other Conversations on the Late Train

Hey. Dude.

Yes, you. The guy who is holding his hand over his mouth while talking full-volume to a friend on the phone. A couple things:

1. I can hear you. Every word. It just sounds like you are talking into a towel.

2. You are not as funny as you think.

3. Quit belching.

4. You are a jerk, using derogatory terms the likes of which I won't write...

In other news, whatever those teenage European tourists are talking about , I don't think they understand the English word they are pronouncing slowly.  In a similar fashion to Phoebe Buffay saying "Nes-tlay Tool-lhouse", they are saying "li-et bu-ulb."  It's a light bulb.  I don't know what they think they are saying, but it's entertaining.

Behind them is a guy conducting an international business conference call...and he is increasingly louder while trying to make his point that the specs have changed since last week.

Fun times tonight.  Fun times.

A Continuous Loop on the Morning Train

"Please take a few moments to familiarize yourself with the location of the emergency exits. Each half of the car is equipped with at least two emergency exit windows. Opening instructions are on each window. All cars are equipped with emergency lighting that will engage automatically if a power loss occurs."

I've heard that so many times since boarding the train ten minutes ago that I can assure you it is the exact language.  I think it's stuck on an endless loop...this is going to be a fun commute.

The Post That Started It All (from July 9, 2013)

I *love* the late trains.

There is a loud couple whose male half has "WHITE" tattooed down the back of his left arm and "POWER" down the right, and whose female half talks loudly on the phone and repeats the entire conversation after hanging up.

Sarcastic Thoughts on the Late Train (from July 16, 2013)

Summer is awesome on the train. I really love working late and then listening to obnoxious, recently-graduated Naperville jocks who spent the day at the beaches in the city try to hit on girls. It is the best. They are totally going to fall in love and live happily ever after based on this chance meeting on the commuter train.

Sarcastic Thoughts on the Late Train (from July 19, 2013)

How in the world did I end up in the same car as the intriguing and fascinating Southerners discussing a race horse with the same fervor as Chicagoans discussing the '85 Bears? Oh. Summer. Tourists. Right.

Sarcastic Thoughts on the Late Train (from July 22, 2013)

Wow, has that guy who looks like Harvey Levin been staring at me the whole trip? Am I going to be on TMZ?

Sarcastic Thoughts on the Late Train AND Cuteness Can Exist on the Late Train (from July 31, 2013)

Completely off track from what we all originally thought...Oh, I thought she would look different (speaking of the lady offending everyone around her while she imitated "some crazy black chick" yelling at her man on the phone "'Where you at?! You know I just got my hair did. I can't get my weave wet!")
Huh, she really must work at a cool place, since she is telling a story of teasing a coworker about "choking the chicken" while at Harold's Chicken, and "oh, you know the fat girl loves her cupcakes." She seems like a great gal. I bet she has lots of friends.

Later: a child on a sugar high.  He is so adorable with the "what is happening here?" and the "why do people keep getting off the train? Huh? Huh? Huh?" and the "peek-a-boo" over the top of the seat.

Sarcastic Thoughts on the Late Train (from August 12, 2013)

That is some 'business meeting'. The two guys in matching purple polo shirts just keep looking at each other scratching their heads as the guy across from them in red goes on and on about things, all whilst guzzling his fine beverage from The Snuggery. He's got business acumen, that one.

Sarcastic Thoughts on the Later-than-Usual-but-Not-Too-Late Train (from August 13, 2013)

No, lady screaming to your coworker in the seat across from you, I don't think the bar you just came from was too loud. I think you should have stayed for another round.

And then:
Those two kids talking about the periodic table and changing the makeup of certain elements in said table to create new ways to make money out of thin air are going to change the world. Just as soon as they graduate high school. 

Meanwhile:
That lady with the giant artwork seems shady. Was a museum robbed today?

And, lastly:
I think that conductor is seriously going to escort me off the train due to the egregious offense for which he called me out...empty cupcake holder!

Stuff You Don't Usually See at the Train Station (from August 14, 2013)

Dude, if you have to show up at the train station with a bouquet of flowers, she is probably still mad. Especially based on her reaction.

Oh, That's the Connection (from August 21, 2013)

So, what do those 5 high-school-age girls have in common? A hippie, a preppie, a dreamer, a drama queen, and a gossip.

After hearing, "She will totally make varsity without even trying. She has been playing soccer since she was 3," I realized they are on a soccer team together. Oh, that's the connection.

Music on the Late Train (from August 28, 2013)

Kids, this screen shot is all you need for tonight's Story from the Late Train. Welcome to high school nostalgia at its finest for this author! Oh, OCCHS basketball, how I miss you.

Grammar so Poor It Must Be a New Language on the Late Train (from September 3, 2013)

My head was spinning when I heard the following: "Your daughter said something outta pocket to my niece at the day care and it needs be docutated. Don't mess wit my baby. Oh, I got you some popcorns. Whatchu want me do wit it?"

Random Thoughts on the Late Train (from September 30, 2013)

If those three Indian guys think the food is spicy at the restaurant of which they are speaking, I am NOT eating there.

Ponderings from a Twenty-Year Reunion (from October 12, 2013)

We still don't go to the dance floor willingly...even after 20 years.

Sarcastic Thoughts on the Late Train...and Additional Thoughts on the Late Train (from October 21, 2013)

I must seem really approachable since that lady decided to sit next to me instead of any of the 30 other people sitting alone on this car. Meanwhile, that other lady needs to suck it up and make someone move his or her stuff so she can sit down instead of throwing a temper tantrum the likes of which my 4-year-old goddaughter would despise.

Additionally:

If your MONDAY was so bad that you are sharing 40s and conversation in the train car vestibule, maybe you all should have extended your weekend by a day.

Worrisome Thoughts on the Bus to the Late Train (from October 28, 2013)

I sure hope this *maybe* 8-year-old just chose to sit apart from his parent(s) and is not actually on the bus in downtown Chicago alone at 8 pm. I am inclined to ask...

Much later...Cool - he was with his mom...

Sarcastic Thoughts on What Should Have Been an Early Train (from October 29, 2013)

Today whilst looking out the window of her stopped-between-stations train, I spotted a volleyball with a hand-painted cartoon spider.  Is that supposed to be a Halloween decoration? Where only a stopped-train passenger would see it? Oh! We're moving! Oh. We're stopped. (Repeat several times). Is this a haunted commuter train? I want my money back. And a picture of that volleyball.

Guessing the Things Other Peole Are Seeing on the Not-Too-Late Traing (from November 18, 2013)

The lady in the rear-facing seat didn't expect a guy to sit next to her, also facing the rear of the train, but clearly his perusal of a web search for 'how to eat a salad on a train' made her cringe.

A little later: His aromatic salad is blessing the nostrils of the whole car.

Sarcastic Thoughts on the Morning Traing (from November 26, 2013)

It's so nice that the lady in the seat directly behind me let her friend on the phone know that she might not come over tomorrow because she is still sick and doesn't want to pass it on to her. Oh. Wait.

Are You Kidding Me with This? on the Early Train Home (from November 27, 2013)

Are you kidding me with this? A game of 'truth or truth' between two college girls who have already discussed how their parents were so neglectful while they were growing up because they traveled all over the globe with them? Are you kidding me with this? Detailed answers to detailed questions that are best shared in private, not with 100 of your closest train friends. Are you kidding me with this? *Sigh* I appreciate the lessons I learned growing up.

Sarastic Thoughts on the Late Train (from December 10, 2013)

Huh, okay. It's now acceptable to belch loudly in public, right into the ear of the person sitting in front of you on a commuter train? Well, it's not the quiet car, so I guess that's okay...wow, that guy had onions for lunch.

Sarcast Thoughts on the Late Train (from December 19, 2013)

Wow, that lady is angry. A nice young lady asked, "Do you mind if I sit here?" The screamed response from the angry lady was, "I DON'T OWN THE TRAIN DO I? JESUS."  I will miss the train over the next week...

All is Quiet on the Late Train

Kids, it's been a quiet trip home on the late train tonight. 

I did manage to chat up a train cop I happen to know outside my commuter life...that was the highlight of the trip tonight!

Happy Hump Day!

Oh, and for those of you who have been waiting for it, I finally turned this into a blog...I even pulled some of the Facebook archives over.  Enjoy!

Kids on the Late Train (from July 31, 2013)

An over-sugared child, maybe 4 years old, just popped up from a seat a few up from mine and declared, "I have magic powers!"

Things You Don't Expect on the Morning Commute (from September 18, 2013)

These, with a proper business suit:

Random Thoughts on the Late Train (from October 28, 2013)

Oh, I was singing Aerosmith out loud, wasn't I?

Appreciative Thoughts on the Late Ride Home (from December 13, 2013)

I am one lucky girl to have a husband who will come all the way to the city to pick me up so I didn't have to ride the late train home on a Friday night.

Smelly Thoughts on the Late Train (from January 8, 2014)

How many different food aromas can be mingled in one train car? Onions, McDonald's fries, curry, BBQ sauce, mustard, and something else... Black pepper? Something burnt? Blackened? I just can't tell. I guess I'm not as congested as I thought, though. All those scents were crazy strong.

It Wasn't Supposed to Be a Late Train (from January 14, 2014)

I suppose we, the husband and I, should have guessed that if all the trains were delayed leaving Union Station, then of course all the train-crossing gates through the town in which he works would be down to accommodate the late trains, therefore causing him to be stuck in one place whilst I am rapidly being hurled toward another place. Dear, dinner will be late tonight. Thanks, Metra.

Nothin' on the Late Train (from January 28, 2014)

Kids, when it's cold out, nobody acts a fool on the train...I got nothin'.

Pay-It-Forward Thoughts on the Late Train (from February 5, 2014)

It is nice to see helpful people... I was more than happy to help a nice lady figure out which train she needed and walk with her since we were going the same way. I was pleased when someone else offered to help me help her get her bags on the train.  #payitforward, peeps.

Really??? on the Late Train (from February 7, 2014)

Okay, drunk guy...there are 19 empty sets of seats on this car, and one seat occupied by yours truly. Where are you going to sit? Oh, across the aisle from me? Okay Brett-Michaels-look-alike, go ahead...

Later that same ride...

So, drunk guy passed out. Conductors had train cop come wake him up. Found his ticket after several minutes. Said he was going to the next stop. Headed to the next car at the stop. Train cop stopped him and said he was going the wrong way. Made him get off the train.  Drunk guy asked, "Are you serious?" Train cop assured him, yes, he was serious.

Sarcastic Thoughts on the Late Train (from February 10, 2014)

Okay, I checked. I am NOT Marty McFly, and I did NOT travel back in time.

 

The guy behind me really did just explain to his friend of the phone about email phishing ('that's not regular fishing, it's spelled p-h-i-s-h') and how he thinks that a fake law firm is contacting him about an unpaid bil...l.

 

He then tested every ring tone on his flip phone. I forget sometimes that there are people not quite with some of us, technologically speaking, in the 21st Century...

 

New topic: I am really glad not to be wearing all those neon/metallic clothes from Back to the Future...

 

New topic: I did like neon clothes in the 80s. I miss my leg warmers.

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