Thursday, July 2, 2009

Dear G Train

Half your lights weren't working this morning.
This combats all of my efforts to be bright and lively at 8am.

I'm shaking my fist at you, G Train.

Edit: Just found this. This is my life exactly.
"The G and I have a cute little morning ritual. Every morning, no matter what time I leave the apartment, I'll swipe my MetroCard at the Greenpoint Ave G stop. This cues the first few people from the Uptown G to emerge from the stairs. Every single morning. It's my commuting curse. Then, of course, I have to wait 15 minutes for the next train to show up."


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