Behold my mini-photo essay from my commute.
No one should have this much fun trudging 8 blocks through the snow and then waiting 20 minutes for the 60 Blue Island.
Watching . . waiting . .
Alas, salvation!
Special commuter shout-out to the girl I sat next to. Sorry for all the snow I inadvertently shook off on you.
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You really don't pull off as a suicide bomber with the pink scarf. Don't suicide bombers wear black?
Ah yes, but I'm deep undercover! Pink throws them off.
I wore every article of clothing I own for my commute today. Besides the fire on the red line, my commute was a breeze. All these people in my office who called in sick are losers.
Eight blocks?
Shit.
Hi thanks for sharing thhis
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