To the middle-aged tourist on the subway this morning:
I’m quite certain that you, coming from the wilds of northwest Manitoba or wherever the hell you emerged from, think a train that goes under the ground is the most amazing thing since the first caveman dropped the first stone axe on the first big toe and thereby invented power tools and profanity at the same time. Really, I get it. We all get it. It is, remarkable as this may seem, not necessary for you to repeat just how amazing it is every forty seconds of a twenty-minute commute.
To the twenty-four-year-old knockout blonde who was making a big show of intently studying the Victoria’s Secret catalog:
You’re not fucking fooling anyone.
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ah travel stories - I’ve missed them.
lm
Wednesday, September 5th, 2007, 11:48 am
Jeeze. Even the trains in St. Louis go underground - both of them!
bev
Friday, September 7th, 2007, 9:58 am
You mean it’s not common for the locals to regularly marvel at the underground trains?!? I wish we had trains. :( ;) Found your site while Stumbling and am enjoying it here. Not enough, though, to send you all my money. At least not yet. :D
Kerri
Thursday, September 13th, 2007, 12:47 am