Monday, July 18, 2011
Yeah, it's hot out and there's no breeze but who really gives a shit. I told Mrs last night that it would be too hot to ride a bike and I didn't want to meet Uncle Larry for breakfast drenched with sweat. So I drove Debbie to work and parked the car near the 46th Street Station and talked to Kruse on the train even though he was trying to avoid me. Conversation on public transportation is strictly forbidden in Minnesota which is why I always talk loud enough to piss all those people off.
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http://articles.chicagotribune.com/2011-05-13/news/ct-met-quiet-cars-expansion-0515-20110513_1_quiet-cars-first-and-last-cars-quiet-time
Those people live out in the suburbs. What the fuck do they know. I must sit in the "talking" cars when I take the Metra to meet you.
jen worked with a woman in chicago who stopped at red hen, jumped on the water taxi to the metra station and then polished off a 6 pack on the southshore train.
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