Toes on the Train

Yes, you read right, Toes on the Train. They are everywhere. No, I do not have a foot fetish. As it turns out, since no one wants to look anyone in the eye on the train for FEAR of a hello or good morning, I too have started to look down.

What is up with commuters who wear flip flops on the train and nearing their stop or right outside their office buildings change into work shoes. I get it . . . lots of walking, stairs, people stepping on you but . . .

If you are going to wear flip flops, pleeeaasssee for the sake of your fellow commuters get a pedicure or take off the polish from ALL toes.

Good Morning Espresso

Want to give that jolt only two shots of Espresso can do to a Metromover full of people packed like sardines in the morning . . . Once you get on and extend your arm (only after checking to make sure you did not miss a spot while shaving your armpit in the morning) to hang tight for the ride, take a deep breath and say loudly . . .

"Good Morning"

I was quite pleasantly surprised . . all of a sudden . . . Good Morning was heard as though echos were coming off of a mountain and then actual morning laughter!

Yes, Good Morning!

Day One, Riding the Rails

What was I thinking? As an avid reader I am totally disgusted with myself. Yes, I read books, newspapers, stickies, milk cartons, graffiti and love highway advertisements. Therefore, much to my dismay even though I SAW the signs, I did not READ them.



Fantasy:
"REMEMBER YOUR PARKING SPOT NUMBER" (my mind said, what could be so difficult about this?)
Reality:
To make matters worse, I got off at the wrong station. As I furiously texted friends and family that I could not find my car, this on MY FIRST MASS TRANSIT ADVENTURE, a kind soul pointed out that there are two stations with the same name except one is North & the other South.

Outcome: A supposedly shorter trip has added 1-1/2 hours to my day.

Do they have GPS for Mass Transit Virgins?