Single file is still running through the older generations. We file single and board train. We get aggravated as a whole if someone fails to have their ticket ready. Chances are their a first time rider, and we can all understand completely. Taking your ticket they don't care of your identity. Check it, rip it in half, give you the stub, tell you left or right and give you a seat number. LEFT #44. As I walk I hope. Hope I have a window seat but of course I'd settle for less. I'll worry about who the passenger next to me is later. I'm here and its an aisle seat. I'll get a little more fresh air this way anywho. I settle in and well, I'm sitting next to an older white guy. He has expressed retirement and curiousity of technology. I'm not interested but have no choice but to listen. Sounding it out, here and there I say yeah, oh, I feel you, etc. He's obviously convinced cause he keeps talking. My feet are up, my head is back, and I'm covered and cozy. My phone will be my sidekick for the next 10 hours, more then ever. Texting, statuses, pictures, music, phone calls, anything to keep me occupied. Thank you DROID. Then it was time to retire myself. Goodnight. A few hours was sufficient. I get up to the conducter talking some nonsense about 'goodmorning were in jacksonville, designated smoking stop, get out and stretch and were leaving in thirty minutes, don't board or get off where there's no attendant, thank you." I'm too scared to stretch and forget where my seat was, and get left. No thank you. And we all know smoking, no comment. The guy next to me gets up, pro and con to that. Ugh, hope he don't go smoke but I can read him well enough to know he's a smoker. Dirty lookin hair, bad breath, dirty glasses, and burnt up course fingertips. Pro. He's gone, I can stretch INSIDE. I can plug my phone up and provide it with life, and I can finally steal the window seat. And well I got it. He contently came back and just sat in the aisle seat like that's how it was meant to be. Thank you man. I'm happier now. I snack on a few raisenettes and I'm good. We start back going and well besides the loud music from when we were stopped, way too much perfume, and the smell of smoke, I'M GOOD. Traffic is stopped cause we coming through town, kids on the way to school stopped with backpacks aggravated and ready to go. Flashing lights and stripped bars and RR crossing signs. Later.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
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Single file is still running through the older generations. We file single and board train. We get aggravated as a whole if someone fails to have their ticket ready. Chances are their a first time rider, and we can all understand completely. Taking your ticket they don't care of your identity. Check it, rip it in half, give you the stub, tell you left or right and give you a seat number. LEFT #44. As I walk I hope. Hope I have a window seat but of course I'd settle for less. I'll worry about who the passenger next to me is later. I'm here and its an aisle seat. I'll get a little more fresh air this way anywho. I settle in and well, I'm sitting next to an older white guy. He has expressed retirement and curiousity of technology. I'm not interested but have no choice but to listen. Sounding it out, here and there I say yeah, oh, I feel you, etc. He's obviously convinced cause he keeps talking. My feet are up, my head is back, and I'm covered and cozy. My phone will be my sidekick for the next 10 hours, more then ever. Texting, statuses, pictures, music, phone calls, anything to keep me occupied. Thank you DROID. Then it was time to retire myself. Goodnight. A few hours was sufficient. I get up to the conducter talking some nonsense about 'goodmorning were in jacksonville, designated smoking stop, get out and stretch and were leaving in thirty minutes, don't board or get off where there's no attendant, thank you." I'm too scared to stretch and forget where my seat was, and get left. No thank you. And we all know smoking, no comment. The guy next to me gets up, pro and con to that. Ugh, hope he don't go smoke but I can read him well enough to know he's a smoker. Dirty lookin hair, bad breath, dirty glasses, and burnt up course fingertips. Pro. He's gone, I can stretch INSIDE. I can plug my phone up and provide it with life, and I can finally steal the window seat. And well I got it. He contently came back and just sat in the aisle seat like that's how it was meant to be. Thank you man. I'm happier now. I snack on a few raisenettes and I'm good. We start back going and well besides the loud music from when we were stopped, way too much perfume, and the smell of smoke, I'M GOOD. Traffic is stopped cause we coming through town, kids on the way to school stopped with backpacks aggravated and ready to go. Flashing lights and stripped bars and RR crossing signs. Later.
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