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A Spring Commute – Part 2

by Lauren3 Comments on A Spring Commute – Part 2

A Story Celebrating the Humour in a Chaotic Commute

So, there I was, stuck in the door of the train. How fun. People were becoming increasingly agitated due to the delay in getting going and were looking to blame someone. In an effort to avoid being the target of any angry glares, or the subject of whispered exchanges, I desperately tried to hide the fact that I was the cause of the calamity.

“Obviously, the driver doesn’t know what he’s doing,” I heard one lady say to the fellow next to her.

He replied, “Or, he’s a beginner,” which sent them into snickers of laughter.

Evidently, my naturally chill aura and casual, nonchalant posture (you can never go wrong with an arm cross and a distant gaze, that says, “I’m thinking about things…that haven’t even been invented yet”), had thrown the annoyed passengers off my trail for the time being.

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A Spring Commute – Part 1

by Lauren13 Comments on A Spring Commute – Part 1

A Story Celebrating the Humour in a Chaotic Commute

We all know of locales where the winter climate makes one feel like they are living in a frozen wasteland ruled by a diabolical army.  With a command center in the clouds, this army effectively utilizes their wicked arsenal that includes not just annoying liquid precipitation, but frozen precipitation. They also employ the evil tactic of chillingly low temperatures, resulting in their victims being transformed into human popsicles. Last, but certainly not least, we can’t forget their silent but nefarious strategy of leaving walkways so treacherous that anyone lacking the nimbleness and overall athleticism of a Cirque de Soleil performer is advised to lock themselves indoors for the season. Understandably, when the spring season starts to reveal itself, it is par-tay time in these regions; I’m talking about serious let’s get pumped up time. In addition to the blissful feeling one has when the handcuffs made of gut-wrenching temperatures and crushing precipitation are removed, getting to wear less than 15 layers of clothing is wonderfully refreshing, and such that the first spring, or at least non-wool, outfit of the season is extremely special. This leads us to a story titled “The Spring Commute”. Please note that this is the PG title of the story. Once you hear it in its entirety, you will understand that it could have been named something more, “adult”.

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