As men­tioned in sev­eral other posts, I meet a LOT of strange peo­ple on my daily com­mute and most of them against my will. This par­tic­u­lar guy was, I’m guess­ing, try­ing to impress me.

The only thing he impressed me with was his sto­ry­telling ability.

I don’t sleep much. Too much run­ning back and forth across state lines all day every day.

Sleep is for the weak.

Cat­naps, how­ever, are for every sin­gle spare moment I can find.

I was not a happy com­muter last Fri­day night. For starters, I missed my train by a mere two min­utes and every other train that was sched­uled to leave at the same time was delayed by 5 min­utes. But no, not mine. That line may very well have the timeli­est trains in MBTA his­tory. So I had to wait an hour and a half at North Sta­tion to catch the mid­night train home…and then go right back to work again the next morn­ing. Need­less to say, I was not amused.