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cthulhiaScurrying down the bike path, I opt not to get coffee to go. Looking at the time, I realize I could be at work on time, by 9 am, even.
So, 8:37 am or so, board the train.
Sit in Davis for 5+ minutes. Sit between the stations. I'm exactly enough Type A to feel my blood pressure rise every time they announce "Harvard Square" and we keep not being there. I'm too far away from the speakers to hear the non-recorded messages explaining train delays as anything more than a Peanuts-like adult mumble.
I got several chapters of reading done, bonded with my nearby prisoners (except for the one reading the God book, who kept her back turned the moment she saw my book was about pagan warriors), contemplated mugging other people on the train for their coffee, and, eventually, started mentally calculating the likely percentage of people in this LJ community stuck on the same damned train with me.
It was AFTER 9:20 pm when we finally were liberated at Park Street.
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dykeprincess. We met once, dolled up for one of those Dukes/Dykes events. She might possibly look like that in commuter clothes. We - the mystery commuter woman and I - chatted it up once on a slow train. I figure she was probably someone I'd technically met already. It could be that I just started looking familiar because we'd been on the same commute for months. ... I need a button that says "No worries, I don't remember your name either.")
So, 8:37 am or so, board the train.
Sit in Davis for 5+ minutes. Sit between the stations. I'm exactly enough Type A to feel my blood pressure rise every time they announce "Harvard Square" and we keep not being there. I'm too far away from the speakers to hear the non-recorded messages explaining train delays as anything more than a Peanuts-like adult mumble.
I got several chapters of reading done, bonded with my nearby prisoners (except for the one reading the God book, who kept her back turned the moment she saw my book was about pagan warriors), contemplated mugging other people on the train for their coffee, and, eventually, started mentally calculating the likely percentage of people in this LJ community stuck on the same damned train with me.
It was AFTER 9:20 pm when we finally were liberated at Park Street.
::
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dykeprincess. We met once, dolled up for one of those Dukes/Dykes events. She might possibly look like that in commuter clothes. We - the mystery commuter woman and I - chatted it up once on a slow train. I figure she was probably someone I'd technically met already. It could be that I just started looking familiar because we'd been on the same commute for months. ... I need a button that says "No worries, I don't remember your name either.")