A co-worker relocated to Riverdale over the weekend, and started his new life as a commuter today. He has the option of taking Metro-North or an express bus. Today he took the bus. I asked him how it went.
“Fun,” he said. “I enjoyed it.”
I know, weird stuff. I told him as much.
“It’s a nice spring day,” he continued. “We went by Central Park.”
Inevitably, I asked how long it took.
“An hour,” he said.
Knowing full well Paumgarten’s Law of Commuting (everyone lies), I pressed for more details.
“I left at 8:55. I got here around…5 after 10.”
I grabbed a pen. I did the math. An hour-ten.
“I, ya know, stopped for coffee,” he added.
Let’s see how long it takes for words like “fun” and “enjoyed” to slip from his descriptions of the morning commute.