Thursday, May 18, 2006

HF's Index

  • Number of passengers on the train this morning who looked like Antonio Banderas or Steven Seagal, complete with hair slicked back in a ponytail: 2
  • Number of older, bespectacled, overweight male passengers wearing a baseball hat and clothes that looked a little out of place, pushing one of those small cart/walkers, complete with plastic bags: 2
  • Number of passengers whose handicaps are obvious enough to catch your attention, then make you feel guilty for possibly staring for the quarter of a second you noticed them: 2
  • Number of "ticket checkers" who simultaneously came on the train to check for tickets, transfers, or passes: 2
  • Number of passengers reading a role-playing game manual, wearing headphones, and completely oblivious to the "ticket checkers" until tapped on the shoulder: 1
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