Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Vintage

Got on in Hurst today and thought...what is that smell? It smells like nail polish...lady treating the train like her personal salon and giving herself a manicure complete with neon orange nail polish.

Vintage

A young man standing in the train station just singing his heart out. I was going tip him but it appears he was just using the space for its acoustics.
OK Sir, you have not stopped flapping your yap in the past 35 minutes. You have covered everything from working for the government, to your shoulder surgery, to washers, dryers and refrigerators. Please SHUT THE HELL UP!

Monday, November 9, 2015

Okay, Mr. Tea, you need to let me gather my things and walk down the aisle instead of trying to shove your way past me. You are entirely too large to squeeze by anyone on this train.

Sunday, November 8, 2015

Vintage

The fog is so thick we just went through a stretch where it was like riding through the clouds. Very fairy tale.