Good morning. On the late and overcrowded 7:55AM. The previous train did not stop at my station, but zoomed past to pick up passengers at the next stop where all the pretty people board. This train is carrying at least two thousand people. The SRO aisle is packed for four cars lengths. Tempers are flaring.
The Sgt. Sipowitz from NYPD Blue looking fellow sitting in front of me has a camouflage clam-shell protective cover for his iCrackerbot. I have to wonder, what if he drops it during deer season? Does he have to break protocol, borrow his buddy’s Samsinger Nebulon VII and call the number to find it in the brush next to Bambi and Clover? What if Mrs. Sipowitz finds out that he’s been talking to Bambi and Clover? This guy is just asking for trouble. I just don’t see how having a camouflage patterned cell phone cover can be a good thing.
Zach Quinto is here, looking sleek and handsome. He has his ear buds on, no doubt catching up on his Vulcan news. He is itching to get out of the limelight so he can go back to doing other more serious projects. He is in the neighborhood to audition for some local productions at the Cadillac Theater or for Ravinia. Good luck Zach. Live long and a that.
Speaking of Star Trek, Denise Crosby is here, sitting up top. Her short cropped blonde hair shines as she spends most of her train ride looking out the window, contemplating her Trek. Her long neck tapers to strong yet lithe shoulders. She is watching reruns of “Arrested Development” on her iCrackerBot.
Also here are Kate Middleton, Corazon Aquino, Mary Lou Retton, and Ike Willis. All are armed.
Happy Thursday. Safe travels.