Playing It Cool

Filed under fun times on the subway, why i'm better than everyone else

I posted on Examiner, and it’s really too short for me to paste an excerpt here.

I would turn comments off so you didn’t feel obligated, but Feedburner puts the comment link at the bottom of the entry no matter what, so it’s moot.



    Please feel free to worship me as a goddess.

  2. Sandy says:

    OK, here’s my story. I live in STL, and last year there were two hurricanes right in a row that hit Texas, then, instead of burning themselves out over land, just headed right for us. Of course, they weren’t hurricanes anymore, but it was just a wall of water for three days straight. I live south of the city and go to school north of the city, so I was Metrolinking it. I left school, and by the time I got to the train station (which is ON CAMPUS), my jeans were soaked to the knees, my sneakers were full of water, and stuff I had brought to school to scan, that was tucked away (“safely”) in my backpack was ruined. My first train went OK, but then I had to transfer. What is normally a 5-minute wait stretched out into a half-hour. Finally, a train pulled up. I strode confidently on, not realizing that it was going in the direction I had just come from, not the direction I was headed in. Fortunately, by the time I got turned around, the right train had come and the platform was empty; no one had seen me get on the wrong train. I felt like I was a retarded kid whose mom had just taught her to ride the train.

    • You mean no one saw you BUT JESUS.

      In situations like these, I find it’s easy to make myself feel better by needlessly defacing public property. I hope the Metrolink has carpet like the DC rail and that you wrung your soaking pants out all over it.