Dear R train
Listen. You can’t just go express. Or at least tell me, louder than my ipod. I don’t know what the hell happened this morning, but you pissed a lot of people off. Me, not so much, I was just really confused. Um yea, so if the boss lady asks why I was half an hour late this morning, I just need you to tell her it was your fault, not mine. Thanks.
It feels almost as good as going postal, but without the inconvenient prison sentence.
