Every Day Should Be Christmas!

Wow, I love commuting today. I drove to the station and parked in my choice of spots. Walked to the platform where within moments of my arrival, a train to NY pulled into the station. I had my choice of seats. I chose the four-seater so I could be taking up as much space as humanly possible. I am getting my money's worth today.
Oh, and for good measure, I asked the conductor if the train stops at Secaucus.

Santa Flash Mob

I worked today. And thought I was hallucinating. Everywhere I went, there were santas and elves. Hundreds of them. There goes one up the aisle of the train now. There are about 3 dozen drunk santas on my train right now. People are scared. Santa is loud when he's drunk. God I hope he, they, don't puke. All those cookies and milk will be ugly coming up.

Did You Hear Something??

Lemme just ask this - when the train is barreling into Maplewood station, well, THRU the station because it ain't stopping, does blowing the whistle really help?
If you are on the tracks and the train is coming at you at say, 80 MPH, WTF does blowing the whistle do?
If you can't see it, feel it or hear it coming at you already, is the whistle really gonna help? Or is it to make sure, at the last possible second, that you will know what hit you?

Ode to the Boomtown Rats

Yeah, I don't like Mondays. Especially drizzly, foggy Mondays. But, a glimmer of light showed itself on the train. I accidentally sat behind my friend James, and we were chatting by talking between the seats. Nothing raunchy, nothing even all that fascinating. No offense James. Suddenly the guy across the aisle stand up and tells the woman sitting with him that they are moving to the lower level of the train (we are on the top of the double decker train). He announces this, and follows it up with something about not wanting to listen to some starangers' conversation. LOL!! The whole train is nothing but strangers and their conversations. He must be new.

The Hot Blonde and the Comb Over

Every night at Penn near the Track 11/12 escalator there is a gathering of Amtrak and NJ Transit workers. Gawkers really. Tonight was special as a hot blonde in FM boots stood looking at the escalator that was coming up from the track, and she couldn't figure how to get down to the track. The guys tried to explain, and one was especially kind to this poor soul and walked her to the other side of the corridor to the stairs down to the track. Wait 5 minutes. Guy with comb over goes thru the same moment of confusion. Standing there, looking at the escalator, glancing around to see if he was being punk'd. Oddly, none of the guys walked him across the way. He figured it out all by himself.

New Kid on the Blog

So we will begin the blog with a deep question: Is it wrong to see where the very large man is heading on the platform and go the other way so I don't end up sitting next to him?

You Asked for it!

For those who have been following my adventures to and from NYC - and asked for a blog - here goes.
Let's see what happens tomorrow!
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