Tonight on my way to work, a woman started yelling to no one in particular. When our train pulled into 57th Street she looked out across the platform to find no Q train waiting for her. She shouted out, "This is the last stop. There should be two trains here at all times." Just as she finished that sentence, a Q train pulled in.
I totally related to her frustration about the train.
1 comment:
I so can't relate. In Oklahoma, we just have 10,000 potholes every three miles.
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