

the sad story of the ticket (second pic.)
well it all began when sara , minutes b4 the train was to come, realized she left her cell in my apt. so ever the hero, i quiclly went back to get it, causing us to miss the train by leterally a min, not even ( all b/c the car in front of us insisited on goin five miles per hour.).
so we thought weld be smart and try catching the train at the next stop, which is scheduled for four min. after the maplewood station- our station but is located about a 10 min drive away.
with out a doubt we missed it. so we waited in the warm starbucks right under it.
but antsy rozee just couldnt keep her hands still while willing the hour away (there is a train only once every hour).
before i knew it my ticket was in shreds. thanx to mushka it was still being held together by one thread. she caught me in the act of mindless destring a five dollar piece of paper.
thank god the conductor was kind enough to listen to our sob story and let me on with the tattered ticket.
the end.
how sad.