2010
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.
February 19th, 2010 at 10:24 am
~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.
February 19th, 2010 at 10:34 am
Aw, Jamie, that’s sweet.
February 19th, 2010 at 11:28 am
That’s why I have just been not going to work on Fridays anymore.
February 19th, 2010 at 11:34 am
Makes sense to me.
February 19th, 2010 at 11:50 am
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.
February 19th, 2010 at 12:28 pm
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!
February 19th, 2010 at 1:43 pm
Happens all the time. What kind of an F-train rider are you, anyway?
(The inevitable deluge of perv comments begins in 3… 2… )
February 19th, 2010 at 1:53 pm
“deluge” and “comments”? In the same sentence? I do not think this is the blog you think it is.
February 19th, 2010 at 1:56 pm
Also, I think you may be unfamiliar with how #gayftrainjokes works.
February 19th, 2010 at 3:32 pm
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…
February 19th, 2010 at 4:01 pm
Oh that tricksy bi-FTrain. Sometimes it even likes to play dirty and go on the A track.
February 19th, 2010 at 4:22 pm
hahahaha “F-train becomes the G train all the time” hahahahahahaha #gayftrainjokes hahahahahahah hahahahahahaha #Iam12