I still feel a bit "eh" this week. I actually called out Monday and Tuesday from work, an oddity for me. But the apparently-flu really knocked me for a loop. But, as a result, I only spent three days coming and going. I plan on a quiet day today.
Hmm ... John Lennon would have been 70 if he lived. I'm not near 70, but that makes me feel old to think he's been gone thirty years.
Random commuting in New Jersey thoughts:
- I'm horrible. After sharing my commute home with throngs of NJ Devils hockey fans heading to Newark disrupting my normally peaceful commute, I feel a thrill when I hear the Devils were trounced 7-2.
- Lady in back of me ... stop singing. Now. You're singing off-key to something you're hearing on your iPod. It makes no sense and hurts my ears. Quit it.
- You, yes you ... eating the Indian food with the curry, knock it off. Eat that stuff at home or, at the very least, not on the train.
- Get those nasty feet off the seat. Sheesh.
- But do keep your shoes on, please.
- If you like your cell phone so much, why do you keep yelling at it?
- Okay, lady ... it was funny that you announced the next stop was Tickleville and tickled your child the first twenty times you did it. But even the kid wants you to knock it off now. Make the next stop Quietville, please.
- Look, if you're going to sit in the aisle seat leaving the window seat unoccupied while you hang out body parts into the aisle space, you're going to get thunked by passersby. Stay within the seat area and that won't happen.
- Underage hockey fans with the beers, cool it. (Why does NJT let people consume alcohol on the trains?) You're getting loud and obnoxious.
- Stop trying to scam the conductors. The fares went up six months ago. Don't act so surprised and don't try paying a $4.00 fare with a $100 bill. You'll end up booted at the next stop.
- Stop trying to impress your friends with your train knowledge. Maybe you ride a train twice a year. You know nothing.
- Get your knees out of my back, thank you very much. Sit like a human, please.
- No, the seats don't flip and you can't all sit together -- not on this line, anyway.
- Don't leave that half-empty cup of coffee on the floor, fool.
This oddly-colored stop sign is down along the railroad tracks. I hope the engineer knows where to stop.
The next Olympic sport! The corner of Watchung and North in Plainfield.
A street lamp lights up the wires in Bridgewater, NJ.
I took this one before my vacation (flu) and didn't post it. While I posted the same bee on my Facebook, this is a different shot of him. You can tell it's a carpenter bee because its butt is shiny as opposed to bumblebees who have fluffy butts. I like the sweater vest.
Strangers in the night, exchanging glances ... but never too close. Raritan Valley line of NJ Transit.
Watchung and East Second Street in Plainfield. Actually, the only activity was traffic direction. East Second was closed off due to utility work.
Much too crowded, so crowded
No room for me (too crowded)
Oh, too crowded
The traffic jam on Watchung and East Third Street in Plainfield rush hour Friday. My apologies to the Soul Survivors ("Expressway to Your Heart")
An NJT train rides off into the sunset which has lighted the rails a golden hue. Bridgewater, NJ. While the train looks short, it's actually six (or more) cars long. Each of the cars have about forty rows or so of seats and there's a vestibule section with more seating in between each car.
Vincent in one of his favorite spots.
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