Just Another Girl On The IRT

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Friday, December 23, 2005

Back to the basics

We now return to your regularly scheduled delays
"Reunited and it feels so good
Reunited 'cause we understood
There's one perfect fit
And, sugar, this one is it
We both are so excited
'Cause we're reunited, hey, hey..."
Almost shed a tear after bringing back my MetroCard out of pocket storage. Hearing the icy, corporate assurance of "this is the last stop, please exit the train...thank you for riding New York City Transit" brought a feeling of glad tidings and goodwill. Seeing the napping train booth clerk was enough to know that the stars had realigned back to normal. Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you got till it's... gone.


link | Shot from the lip by TriniPrincess at 9:05 AM |


1 Comments:
Blogger Berry commented at 12/24/2005 01:26:00 PM~  

LOL...and all was right in the world.

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