A Promise
I thought I’d be totally badass starting a blog all about my contempt-filled relationship with the LIRR, and just found out that someone else beat me to it, years ago. However, I, unlike them, am not a creepy voyer.
Homeslice takes the same line (thanks, context clues!), which also means he or she is not allowed to complain half as much as I am, mostly because this line is peaches and cream compared to the wrath of the Babylon line, and I had to. So, suck it.
Moreover, I don’t think it’s amusing anymore once you take photos of fellow passengers with their face fully indentifiable, and based on their loud phone convos, disclose where they work and what stop they get on.
If I’m going to mock your ass on a blog, I’ll give you the dignity of having a New York Times partially blocking my view. Standing in front of a passenger and snapping a photo of them on your Treo like they were Lindsay Lohan on Hollywood and Vine is not cool and a whole lot creepy.
Therefore, I promise here and now to never be “that guy.”
