It's official. I've completed my first week working in the third largest city in the U.S. While the commute is much easier and less stressful than I anticipated, it's luster is already starting to wear (on day five?). Can it be that I've already found flaws in my new relationship with Metra?
::begin rant:: Dear Fellow Commuters: Please charge your cell phone before entering the train. Enduring forty minutes of wallowing beeps from your dying phone isn't exactly music to my ears. ::end rant::
On the up-side, I have a new fascination with figuring out how people choose with which complete stranger they'd like to share a seat. Is it the same sex? Opposite sex? Attractiveness of the back of the head? Age? Race? Station zone listed on ticket? Distance from door? Or could it be... completely random? *Gasp!*
Friday, December 07, 2007
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