Written on the subway train, after being delayed for 20 minutes, ONLY A FEW YARDS from my stop.
So you go out in Brooklyn. At the end of the night, your friends go to Penn Station to take a train into Jersey. That works out because Penn Station is also a subway stop to go home.
You hop on the express train because it's always faster. But then that motherfucking express train gets delayed TWICE. And yu're sitting in between stops for 20 minutes because they're taking the train ahead of us out of commission. Like fuck. I should have gotten out during the first delay and switched to the local train when I had the chance.
I came home frustrated. Today at work, the people backstage talked about a stabbing on the local train. Okay, perhaps it's good I didn't go on the local train last night.
I still got home before my friends got to Jersey. If I hadn't, I would have been more annoyed.
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