I am a commuter. I ride the train from the 'burbs to the city each weekday. Sometimes I stay in the city late, whether it be for working late or for hanging with friends after work. When I do stay late, I get the distinct honor of riding the "late train" - a one-hour, local-stops-only train from the city back to the burbs. I get to witness some great things, and I like to share them with my followers.
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
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.
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