Fuuuuuck you, DST, for making my sunny morning commute a crack-of-dawn commute.
When you’re listening to music on the train an you accidentally make eye contact with a cute guy just as you’re mouthing the words “Baby, it’s you.”
Fuuuuuck you, DST, for making my sunny morning commute a crack-of-dawn commute.
My work is a couple of stops from the airport, and when I get on the train I almost always see people with suitcases and maps and they are earnestly discussing sea lions or Alcatraz or something.
I always try to give them an encouraging smile, so that they might ask me for help and I can feel like a cool local with insider knowledge (“Alcatraz is only accessible by ferry, you see”) and help to dispel the myth that city people are all jerks (it’s not a myth).
But what actually happens is they wonder why the lady with the mad scientist hair (hey, it rained today!) is smiling creepily at them and they update on Facebook that they saw their first insane public transit person. Oh, poor naive visitors, it gets so much worse than me.
PUT YOUR FUCKING BRIEFCASE UNDER YOUR GODDAMN SEAT THIS IS RUSH HOUR
I bought a pair of shoes through the Zappos app on the way to work today. The filtering system is great, browsing is fast and easy, and when you add something to your cart, a kitten holding on to an umbrella FLIES OVER THE CART and drops whatever you ordered in.
And I’m a VIP (jealous?) so there was a shower of gold coins when I logged in.