That's right, August was really a month of roughing it. I experienced the longest commute from lovely Waterbury, CT to Rockville Centre, Long Island. I should have known this commute was not good when Mom would not leave me at the train station until the train came. I'm thinking, why? Am I not safe?? Oh no, "it's ok". I know that phrase, it's the same in every language, "it's ok" means nothing, everyone in Italy says it and it means nothing, I say it when I want to divert a conversation, or calm a situation down, it means nothing. Therefore, I was afraid to wait for the train.
Train, what train. It's broken, get on a bus but you have to wait in line in the rain with your luggage and/or baby, for the train conductor to take your money for a bus ride to another lovely town called Bridgeport.
From there, let's hope you can FIT on the train with a roller board and go to a little station called Grand Central, where I miraculously changed trains within 3 minutes. Where was my limo??? Where was my driver??? Where is my husband??? Working??? Where was his assistant???? I'll tell you......waiting in line in the rain to get on a bus vs a train.
Trains, Planes, Buses, Automobiles, vans, taxis, bikes......and tricycles!!
