Thursday, August 27, 2009
I started chuckling in my head watching each and every person trying to keep the septa train door open. It's supposed to slide open and stay shut, but I think the latch was broken this morning. Each person walking through would push against it only to find it slam back at them. Internally, I was cracking up; externally, I was looking like a dog in heat since I was tired.
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