Where does the good go


The train I was on this morning switched over to the only subway line that doesn’t go into Manhattan. The. Only. One.
I’ve now decided that in terms of bad luck, there is the unlikely, the improbable, the impossible and then mine. Arrgghhh. And now we sing the “how late will we be for work” song.
How late will we be for work? How late? Real late! How late will we be for work? How late? Real late!
Fail. Fail. Fail.

12 Responses to “2010”

  1. Jamie Says:

    ~It’s…Dawnenfreude! Making me feel glad that I’m not you.~

    Thank you Avenue Q for telling me how to perfectly express my feelings about this.

  2. dawn Says:

    Aw, Jamie, that’s sweet.

  3. Angela Says:

    That’s why I have just been not going to work on Fridays anymore.

  4. Dawn Summers Says:

    Makes sense to me.

  5. Mary Says:

    You sure you didn’t get on the G by mistake? You know it now runs to Church Avenue. Except on the weekends when both the G and F aren’t running between Jay St. and Church Ave.

  6. Dawn Summers Says:

    Ha ha. Yes, MARY, I got on the right train. They just turned it into the wrong train ONE stop before the one I needed! Mega FAIL!

  7. F-Train Says:

    Happens all the time. What kind of an F-train rider are you, anyway?

    (The inevitable deluge of perv comments begins in 3… 2… )

  8. dawn Says:

    “deluge” and “comments”? In the same sentence? I do not think this is the blog you think it is.

  9. Ugarles Says:

    Also, I think you may be unfamiliar with how #gayftrainjokes works.

  10. Alceste Says:

    Look on the bright side, the F didn’t switch to a G train at 2 in the morning on your already 90-minute trip back from a Kensington poker tournament. Good times…

  11. Mary Says:

    Oh that tricksy bi-FTrain. Sometimes it even likes to play dirty and go on the A track.

  12. dawn Says:

    hahahaha “F-train becomes the G train all the time” hahahahahahaha #gayftrainjokes hahahahahahah hahahahahahaha #Iam12

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