(What I'm saying is: How's the organization responsible for the worst parts of everyone's day going to tell me to keep my chin up? Remember Monday morning when my rushhour train was stuck for 20 minutes halfway between 72nd and 42nd? Should I be optimistic that tomorrow morning that might not happen again? Or should I just be optimistic that a rat doesn't climb up on me or I that I don't get beat up by a girl eating spaghetti on the train?)
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hahaha
Be optimistic that your friend Brigham might write a blog post that, in commiserating with your pure hatred of the MTA, might make your next commute a little less hellish. Maybe. Be optimistic!
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