Sometimes — like today — I see my friend L. en route to work. She was on a streetcar that passed my stop but there was no hope in hell that I was getting on that jam-packed thing.

We just smiled and waved at each other. Two more streetcars went by before I could finally jam myself into one. Oh, the joy that is public transit.

I am really starting to loathe my morning commute.

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