In which I am a rockstar.

[suspectclass]

This morning I ran into a friendly acquaintance on the bus (as opposed to the kind that inspire you to hide like you're in 8th grade). We met at a party and see each other sometimes on the way to work or at the grocery store. We were having a nice chat, as we generally do, when we reached the redline stop. I was running a bit late, as per usual, so when I reached the top of the stairs and saw the train sitting with its doors open, I rushed for it. I was very surprised to see that there was no one in it. I briefly wondered if I was really that late, then heard the woman I had walked up with say "you're going north?" I spun around and tried to stop the doors, but just ended up with my hand caught in between, waving futilely as we pulled away.

Comments

[geo-graph-ic.livejournal.com]

rock on, star. they don't even make movies that good anymore.

[masscooper.livejournal.com]

It was one of those moments that makes you just want to ride to the end of the line and keep going. Instead I opted for continued employment. Sucker.

[mintwaster.livejournal.com]

How did you get on the blue line? Were you already at Washington? I thought you were in the car when I got off.

[masscooper.livejournal.com]

Oh no, I transferred from the redline to the blue line at washington. I live in lesboville.