I had ALL 9 stoplights switch to red as I neared them today... EVERY single one. it was like a conspiracy... as I grew nearer to manasquan, the cars in front of me became lethargic... the slower they became, the higher my blood pressure rose...
from a block away I saw the 7:20 pull into squan station.... "craaaap!", said I as I was stuck at a stop sign with traffic rushing in front of me in both directions...
that's it, I was gonna go for it... and I stepped on the gas in evel knevil-like fashion and zipped through the small opening between cars... rushing down the sidestreet and beep-beeping my horn (small beeps... not long, loud blaring ones... I didn't want to be a total jackass.)
I skidded into the station as the train sat there allowing a few passengers on...
the parking spot was half-filled with snow, and the front of Mr. T (my auto) is now smashed into said heap...
I know that he's also parked a little "askew" - if you will - okay, he's more on a rush to the station and park fast diagonal. (ah the other spots have tons of snow in 'em)
I think I pulled up my parking brake... I hope.
in any event, they held the doors for me and I am NOT on ye ol Riff-Raff Express (RRE) today... I am sitting comfortably on the 7:20 (of course, this means I have to change in newark....)
time to pass out now... I suspect they're pulling phil out of his stump as I write this.... (i will post phil predictions and staten island chuck prognostications later)
::: plunked in on my treO:::
