Tuesday- Feb 9, evening

Departure: 6pm
Arrival: 8:20pm

My father called me earlier today and told me I had to try to leave work early, because the blizzard was about to hit our house… it had already started to “snow shower” and he wanted me home safe and sound. I, on the other hand, had about ten million things I had to do, and didn’t think I’d get a chance to get out of the office earlier. Thankfully, I made it out at a normal time.

The guy playing the harp was back in the subway. I was quite happy to see him. Randomly, he’s kind of making my commute somewhat normal… as if it’s building some kind of familiarity to it.

I got on the subway, and leaned back in my plastic bucket seat. The scent of urine was strong, but it was somewhat overpowered by the smell of someone’s cheap cologne. I don’t even think anyone in the current subway car was actually wearing it… it just seemed to linger in the air, as if someone had just sprayed a jet of the toilet water, and then ducked off the train. The reason why I really remember these smells? Well… as soon as the subway left the station, we stopped dead… and stopped dead for a while… I sat in the damn subway for about 20 minutes. I watched the time tick away on my clock, and nearly bit a hole in the side of my cheek as I watched the last “quick” bus time leave, meaning I was stuck taking the 7pm, which stops everywhere. Finally, the subway lurched forward, and deposited us at our appropriate stops. I should have walked… Sure, I wouldn’t have made the bus that I wanted, but I would have at least of made the last quick bus…

The rest of the bus ride is inconsequential. It was quick, I was tired and annoyed, and I made it back to my car… eventually.

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