Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo....what's a commuter to do? Subjected to this and the second-hand smoke of puffers on the platform I'm exposed to toxins galore. The cacophonous symphony of bronchial distress around me puts me in a tizzy.....which I snap out of as I smell the remnants of your last night's Sloe Gin Fizzy.
Will the parking machine function? Will I remember my space number? Do I have $1.50 in bills and/or quarters? What was my space number?
Musical chairs ensues - can I find a seat without the imprint of someone else's shoes adorning the bottom or back? What's the track, what's the track? Express or local. Beat the gate. Don't be late.
Mornings are a polite ballet of workers heading into the big city. What was my space number? Evenings feature Mr./Ms. Yackety Yack - shut-up, Cellphone Jack. Newbie interlopers with their bags strewn about. Move out of my way - getting home is serious business. There is commuter train protocol. Make yourself compact. Don't invade my physical or earshot space. Kindles out. Headphones in. Luddites clutching - gasp - a newspaper or magazine.
Bibbidi bobbidi boo that's what real commuters do.
Will the parking machine function? Will I remember my space number? Do I have $1.50 in bills and/or quarters? What was my space number?
Musical chairs ensues - can I find a seat without the imprint of someone else's shoes adorning the bottom or back? What's the track, what's the track? Express or local. Beat the gate. Don't be late.
Mornings are a polite ballet of workers heading into the big city. What was my space number? Evenings feature Mr./Ms. Yackety Yack - shut-up, Cellphone Jack. Newbie interlopers with their bags strewn about. Move out of my way - getting home is serious business. There is commuter train protocol. Make yourself compact. Don't invade my physical or earshot space. Kindles out. Headphones in. Luddites clutching - gasp - a newspaper or magazine.
