Conversations on the Light Rail

Friends, I’ve taken the liberty of creating a new category (did I need CoolDMZ permission for this?) to house my records of bizarre commuting experiences. For example, conversations overheard on the light rail. For example of that, the following: At 7:30 a.m. a completely wasted woman sitting behind me had the following to say on her cell phone: “I’m going to go to Folsom and get me some new KSwiss as soon as it does…. he said he want a baby, that dumb F-**ker don’t even know that he’ll be lucky if he gets to eat dinner at home tonight and he thinks I’m gonna give him a baby…” Rinse, lather, repeat for my entire morning commute. And for yet another example,
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Keep your green in the right lane

John at Uneasy Rhetoric has some ballsy comments re hybrid cars in the carpool lane.

And SacRagger RonTopofIt just shared with me this quote about gas prices in a story:

Many are feeling the pain in the pocket. “In my van it’s like every two days 45 bucks to fill it up,” lamented Mary Chicas of Plumas Lakes. “It’s like so crazy.”

Let’s do the math: let’s say she gets 13 miles to the gallon and her tank is 16.5 gallons (using that $2.72 and her $45, and 9th grade Algebra). I think Mary’s real problem is that she’s driving over 100 miles a day. She must commute to Dixon. That’s like so crazy!