(link. eula says it's page 9 of today's print edition.)
jesus. "where ARE you headed?", you verb-dropping motherfuck.
so far, eula has made the transit strike almost painless (except for walking the williamsburg bridge last night, which was cold and sucked). i'd only just walked into the park around the corner yesterday when she asked if i needed a ride. this morning, helen left about 45 minutes before i did. i was on my last smoke thinking about trying to find a ride when she called me, saying she was driving around with someone looking for a fourth passenger to make the carpool quota. i was up in the park five minutes later, and it was eula again.
before dropping me off four blocks from work, she offered a ride home. bonus! carpool rules only apply in the moring.
i'm supposed to meet her in the park tomorrow at 8:30 for another ride. that's my last day of work until ought six. i sincerely hope those striking fucks will be back on the job by then.
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