“I’ll Be Over Here, Fermenting”

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.


About Mema

I've been at this blogging thing since 2005, but I don't consider myself a veteran AT ALL. My posts are mostly well-meaning, fun anecdotes with the occasional random thought and a dash of humor for good measure. So sit back, relax, and stay awhile. And if you decide to browse elsewhere, just remember...you're missing out on an opportunity to meet (arguably) THE GREATEST PERSON THAT EVER LIVED. Overstated? Well, why not stick around to find out? Your call, tough guy. Or, gal. Or, martian.
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2 Responses to “I’ll Be Over Here, Fermenting”

  1. JulieWinters says:

    The Bayonne Flyer doesn’t always fly, but I hope you find a job that will let you spread your wings:) Chin-up, Mema.

  2. Missy Wayne says:

    Her’s wishing you all the “flyer” miles you could ever wish for, sweetie-pie. Always thinking of ya. Missy–>

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