
Five days. That’s what I’m establishing as the “back to norm” time for SEPTA following any snowfall more than five inches in depth. Within that timeframe, the commuting public just need to accept this as reality. CHILL. Bring a book, catch up on the RSS feeds, converse in loving tones as if you’ve never conversed as such before. The train will not come faster by repeatedly looking up and down the darkened track. Exclamations of “bullshit” prove you to be a total bubbler. Crying…I mean what the fuck is wrong with you?
And when that train finally does come after a nearly 50-minute wait, know that exclaiming “Alright people, you need to move over” at the top of your lungs to no one in particular as if employed by SEPTA only gives the two people sitting on the three-seater credence. They actually were taking initiative, but if only not to get stuck with you besides them, an asshole seen a car-length away…
And then, when all is back to normal and you feel it an imperative to still bitch about snowfall in February, don’t be offended when I turn and remark “try working Norilsk”.
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