Somebody should really let the hammerheads at Atlantic Express know that there is no reason to run a holiday schedule on New Years Fuckin Eve.
the fact that i waited 20 minutes for a bus that never came and then waited another 20 minutes for an F train had me on the verge of a thrombosis. we're talking neck vein bulging, red-faced, fingers curled kinda frustration.
some people don't find this off-putting though, 'cause as i was waiting for the F train, an extremely attractive man started talking to me. he asked where i worked, said i looked like an accountant. then he asked if i had a business card. it wasn't until he had gotten on the 2nd D train and asked if i was sure i didn't want to give him my number that i realized he was hitting on me.
and here i thought he was just being chatty.
1 comment:
Married men are the hottest. My husband gets hit on all the time and doesn't realize it. The universe was just trying to ease your tensions re: the late train. Sounds like you need a big hug!!!! Happy New Year, hot stuff!
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