Last week I was jerked around by the great LIRR, and their infallible ways. When I was finally boarded onto a train, a man drinking some sort of alcoholic beverage (complete with a lemon wedge) decided to teach me of the Cash Advance business. While doing so he got side tracked by discussing a co-worker who is a play wright and who he believes is currently writing a play about the cash advance business (I'll certainly take two tickets to see that).
"Our" conversation went on like this for ten or so minutes until he switched gears to discuss how some people who live in Nesconset, never decide to travel to New York City, and how much of a shame that is. He also decided to lecture me on the design of the Norman Thomas Center, and how it was built to look like an IBM punch card.
It didn't end there! He also went so far to say that he remembers when he started out in advertising and they were pushing for people to use zip codes and they created a character named; Mr. Zip.
It was an exciting train ride for my brain, but sadly my mouth couldn't do more than speak: "oh yea?" "really?" "That's cool." "Haha!" "What can ya' do?" Then when those train doors opened my legs did their best impression of Prefontaine.
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