Friday, October 3, 2008


there are few things more frustrating than when you're waiting for a "c" train four "e" trains go by in a row!  

1 comment:

Lainey said...

Your blog entry brought to mind an apropos poem from Wendy Cope:

Bloody men are like bloody buses
You wait for about a year
And as soon as one approaches your stop
Two or three others appear.

You look at them flashing their indicators,
Offering you a ride.
You're trying to read the destinations,
You haven't much time to decide.

If you make a mistake, there is no turning back.
Jump off, and you'll stand there and gaze
While the cars and the taxis and lorries go by
And the minutes, the hours, the days.