Good morning. On the bright and early 7:15AM into the City.
The NFI is 1.
I am sitting in the rear quiet car. For those of you new to the blog or requiring a refresher, the quiet car concept was introduced by the metropolitan rail authority, based on commuter complaints, for those riders desiring a peaceful ride to work. By social engineering consent, two cars on the train – second car in the direction of travel and second to last car – are designated quiet cars on all express trains into and out of the City. Cell phones are muted. Conversations are curtailed. Snoring is allowed. All of these rules are enforced by the commuters themselves, with friendly reminders by the conductors.
I am sitting in my favorite seat, with my back to the direction of travel and facing my co-commuters. There is a couple seated one bench over. He reminds me of a retired TV news broadcaster who’s doing something else. She looks like a more pleasant and less blingy Gisele Bundschen.
As the train left the station, Giselle started chatting, quietly, to Bob the Broadcaster about something or other, as he was playing Mint Mash Madness on his iCrackerBot.
Y’see, he is totally hooked by the colorful designs and the reward sounds he gets when he plays the game. At first it was for free. When he reached level 11, he couldn’t get past the level, but noticed that you needed to pay 99¢. That’s cheap, he thought.
But now? Now he’s on level 79 and he’s had to open up a separate supersecret Synthcash account to pay for his level-ups. Giselle doesn’t know that he’s been shortchanging the IRA max buy-in so he can get his Mint Mash Madness on.
She has stopped attempting to engage Bob in meaningful dialog and is sipping away at her coffee, looking out the window quietly.
Also here are Francis Ford Coppola, Brendan Fraser, Ira Glass, and the conservative leadership of the British Parliament. All are armed.
Happy Monday. Safe travels.