i take the metrolink into la at least once a week for my internship and my struggles with punctuality have never been more evident. for instance, on thursday i could hear the train coming and had to book it in my little black heels across the street and down the platform to the little ticket kiosk that wasn't having any of it. needless to say, it was traumatizing, but fortunately i made the train.
an hour later, a guy passed me on his way to the red line, tapped me on the shoulder, and handed me a yellow piece of paper folded in half:
an hour later, a guy passed me on his way to the red line, tapped me on the shoulder, and handed me a yellow piece of paper folded in half:
(not a bus story, but don't you think it fits here anyway?)