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?