It’s been a week full of surprises on New Jersey Transit, but riders are taking it in stride. As commuters absorb the increased delays and cancellations, and no A.C., summer has certainly left the station.
This morning’s train missed the platform by about 20 feet, but our suburban scrum barely blinked, and scrambled over the rocks to jump aboard, like khaki-clad Jack Kerouacs, ready for rave on.
Tuesday morning had everyone feeling upbeat, as a double-decker train replaced our usual train. With lots of empty seats, and premium air conditioning, nobody was complaining.
It’s been a week full of surprises on New Jersey Transit, but riders are taking it in stride. As commuters absorb the increased delays and cancellations, and NO A.C., summer has certainly left the station.
This morning’s train missed the platform by about twenty feet but our suburban scrum barely blinked, and scrambled over the rocks to jump aboard, like khaki-clad Jack Kerouacs, ready for rave on.
Tuesday morning had everyone feeling upbeat, as a double-decker train replaced our usual train. With lots of empty seats, and premium air conditioning, nobody was complaining.
And considering the Russian spy reports from Montclair, NJ, I now regret that I didn’t “say something” last week, when I “saw something,” as that something was the rider across from me, wearing an eye patch. This formerly-unsuspecting fellow was chatting loudly with his “sister,” as they spoke about “dad” and “the show.” I don’t mean to belittle his medical condition, but I would have opted for blending-in with big, girly papparazzi glasses that “The Situation” dons in “da Clubs” of the Jersey Shore, but an eye patch?
As riders gear up for trains crowded with summer sightseers, sudden bypasses to Hoboken, and the blast furnace of Penn Station platforms, we’ll hope for a few forgettable rides on the rails.
And considering the Russian spy reports from Montclair, NJ, I now regret that I didn’t “say something” last week, when I “saw something,” as that something was the rider across from me, wearing an eye patch.
This formerly-unsuspecting fellow was chatting loudly with his “sister,” as they spoke about “dad” and “the show.” I don’t mean to belittle his medical condition, but I would have opted for blending in with big, girly papparazzi glasses that “The Situation” dons in “da clubs” of the Jersey Shore. But an eye patch?
As riders gear up for trains crowded with summer sightseers, sudden bypasses to Hoboken, and the blast furnace of Penn Station platforms, we’ll hope for a few forgettable rides on the rails.
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[image: NY Daily News]