Have a beer
On my journey home from Velocity today, Kris dropped me off at the local train station for me to ride the commuter train back down south. I much prefer leaving my car at the station and riding up with Kris (only to take the train back down and hopping in my car), to sloughing up in my car through the crappy traffic (made particularly bad this morning by an accident that blocked all the lanes but the carpool lane and backed traffic up no less than 6 miles of stopped traffic) and drive back. Besides lost time in driving (can't be (text) blogging if I'm driving), with my car, the train fare is less expensive than the gas used. Ideally I'd have a light enough pack that I could walk home, a 45 minute walk from the station, without collapsing under the weight of my pack. I'm not there yet.
But I (completely) digress.
As I was going to validate my ticket at the train station, I noticed a woman standing close to the ticket vending machine. When I set my bag down to fish out my ticket, she grabbed her bag, which was a good four feet from me and well outside of my personal space and, since my personal space is larger than most people's personal space, I assumed outside of her space.
I was wrong.
As she reached down to move her bag, I noticed she had a large can of Coors Light in her hand. Not the 12 oz cans, not the 16oz cans, the giant 24oz can, and she was swigging from the can. Swigging while trying to engage the other commuter sitting on the far side of the bench, trying hard to read and not encourage this woman.
As I fished out my ticket from my bag and went to validate the ticket, I kept watching the woman. I have no idea if she noticed my watching, I can't say I care, though I'm sure she heard my camera click as I took a picture of her. Alas, not of the giant can she was drinking from.
Coors Light. At 9:45 in the morning.
In the morning.
Of course, the Coors might explain why, when our train arrived, the woman bolted from the platform. I assumed because she realized she was standing on the southbound side and her train, which was going north, was arriving on the other side of the platform. The other side, which requires a giant staircase down, dash under and another giant staircase up to be on.
No idea if she made her train, which was arriving from the opposite direction just as ours was.
A beer. Before 10 in the morning.
Might be for the carbs?