Rode the rail this morning, the commuter from Westborough to South Station. Had to endure a woman across the way; she, overly attentive to fixing her face better done up had she gotten up an hour earlier. I mean, is it proper to "tweeze" yourself silly for 20 minutes while the rest of us are trying to snooze but cannot for the churning of our respective stomachs?
Do I know what I'm talking about? Well, the G&Ts certainly do.
A long day indeed, and one of the sorts renting space is at the Bruins now, and thus am I made to wait before slumber this good night.
Well, too bad!!