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Then on the way home, a drunk guy on the train just wouldn't leave me alone. I'd prefer not to relive his drunken banter, instead moving onto my psycho cab driver. He:
1) had to stop for gas! He said he would halt the meter. Damn straight, Skippy!
2) asked me "what's wrong with having children" and wondered why I didn't have any.
3) tried to charge me meter-and-a-half, which isn't legal.
I'm so glad to be home, surrounded by the felines who love me!
Ok. Amtrak is batting .500. Trip in November: Good. Your trip today and my recent trip to Ohio: BAD.
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