the one where I get up early to listen to some Chaka Khan and Rufus
so…it’s amazing how a little exposure to my “fellow man” in the morning can ruin an otherwise enjoyable song as “I feel for you.”
I was late for the train. Again.
I got up almost 10 minutes early today! I had everything laid out, pre-pack, showered, ironed, and/or ready to go! The only thing I needed to do was grab some cash to buy a ticket.
That was my downfall.
Gotta look into getting either an ATM or a ticket counter installed at the house…
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To the guy who saw eight of us standing on line, waiting for the ticket counter to open, and had to ask, “nobody’s back there yet?”: NO! Nobody is back there. Do you think we’re just standing around because the inside of the train station is an architectural wonder?!
And what were you looking for when you decided to look over the counter to see for yourself? That maybe the ticket girl was crouched down, ready to jump and yell “Surprise!”? Oh, we would all get a huge laugh out of that!
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Over the long weekend, they removed a bench from the train station lobby. They also moved this counter-top-table thingy that normally holds a bunch of free copies of the Lowell Sun and the Metro from one door on this side of the station to the other door on that side of the station.
Oh, the confusion! Oh, the contempt! Oh, the anger!
I actually saw people stand there looking at the empty space where the table had been for a minute or two. And when they figured out where the table was, or they were told, they turned around and left for the train.
Seriously. We’re talking maybe 30 feet! They spent more time complaining and trying to figure out “why the hell did they do that” then it would’ve taken just to walk over and back.
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This train smells like a fabric softener. You know that smell that comes from the dryer vent: warm, slightly sweet, clean, yet masking some other smell just under the surface. Yeah, that’s what thr train smells like.