Every morning, as I head on over to the temorary-job-that-will-be-ending-soon place, I pass the time mentally recording the experience. Fist off, let me tell you that the route is much, much longer. Ugh. So I always underestimate. But sometimes, I get on the lightrail (which I overheard someone describe as “like a trolley-car”) and it travels faster than usual; at which case, I’ve overestimated my travel time. Ugh-ugh! I tried to account for the difference in time and realized that one of the lightrails were given the title: “Bayonne Flyer”, while the other was just the plain, old “22nd Street” train. Eureka! But alas, my excitement over my discovery was shortlived. Turns out the Bayonne “flyer” doesn’t always fly.