What can YOU say in six sentences?
I’ve been taking up a seat and a half for something like twenty years. I know I only pay for one, as did every other rider, and you’re only getting half your money’s worth, but, hey, this is my hour. Do you know what it’s like to be stuck in the house all day, when even thinking about being out and about requires choosing between the frayed browns and the shiny, silvered grays of what was never in fashion? If my little job wasn’t so far from the house, I’d walk; believe me, I could use the exercise, but then I’d have to suffer past the pizza joint, the gyro shoppe, and the fro-yo stand, so it’s 600 of one, half a dozen hundred calories of the other, and at least I work for what I consume. I’ve got over 1200 songs on this tiny, tiny MP3 player, all of which I worked at getting, but didn’t pay for in the conventional sense—super consumer, me. Maybe it’s all those hours sitting in front of a computer screen that’ve made my ass so big because I could work off the fat if I just got around more, but I know I’m just gonna collect more to enjoy during my hour.