Not really, LOL!!!
Yesterday was a very long and very interesting public transportation day in OC and in LA, even. Sunday. The Lord’s Day. The day they do track maintenance. The day the buses don’t run from/to the Irvine Amtrak Station. The day the earth stood still. The day I was forced to get creative with it, LoL!!!
Cali is on the come-up as far as public transit is concerned but SoCal has a long way before it is on the level of an NYC, DC, Chicago, Boston, San Francisco…or even a Portland! But their working on it. Amen. Thank you baby Jesus. Hallelujah. Praise The Lord and Lord & Co. as well as Jack Lord and Jack Black and young black teenagers in the state of Florida. If you haven’t heard: It’s open season on “da colords” down thirr. And for THAT reason, I have decided to forgo spring train in Tampa this year.
ON TO THE NEXT ONE.
Yankees fans: This is Jeter’s last year. I expect to see you out en masse this year, UNLIKE last year with the lackluster attendance at Yankees stadium and the whole not coming out because the “big names” are all hurt b.s.
Union Station. TODAY. I miss my train because LA public transit is NOT NYC public transit. As I finish paying for my train ticket for the 11:15 train, I ask an INTELLIGENT “What if” question regarding the train—>bus connection and RIGHT as the Amtrak agent spoke the very last word in her answer (which was precise and helpful), a brutha pops his head RIGHT in front of my face and “axed” (and I quote, and you now I live to quote ig’nant ass ghetto muthafukkas) “Is dis the train to Riverside and San Bernardino and all dat?” I’m like looking at him like ‘Um, you’re all in my airspace Busta No Rymes’ and sage answers “No, that’s MetroLink” and he insists “This ain’t the train going to San Bernardino?” She says ‘No’ as I’m walking away, heading to Starbucks. On the way TO Starbucks, I see him looking all dejected and stupid, like someone stole his hot wing flavored pork rinds or something. I COULD HAVE pointed him in the right direction, but because he was a douche… I’m thinking about nothing but Starbucks.
I wi spare you the long Starbucks story and just get to the point: They are fucking up badly today. I’ve seen them busier (and that location is ALWAYS busy, mind you) and they ALWAYS hit it 100% of the time. Today??? Not so much.
I have a specific technique for wheeling two suitcases and holding my coffee. As I’m wheeling towards the Amtrak waiting area, a homeless guy paces me, asking if I need a hand. “I’m good.” I was very firm and matter of fact, in my tone. He asks if I’m going up front. I say “No, I’m going right here” as I turn into the secure waiting area. He says “Well, let me help you with that.” I snap: “If you try to help me, I’ll drop it.” It wasn’t a yell, but a bark. He grumbles and walks away and this Mexican girl sitting there smirks and looks at me as if to say ‘Damn. You told him.’
Okay: I sit down on a chair near the main walkway. Set my stuff down and as soon as I start to sip my coffee, he pauses as he is walking by and leans in over the “security barricade” and says “Brutha man, brutha man, brutha man” LOL!!! Keep in mind, I had my headphones on but have not even started the music yet because I was tweeting about my shitty morning and he says “You’re ignoring me, huh?”
He walks away…
THAT’S my morning in a nutshell.
It’s 10:57 so I’m going to see if the track assignment’s up. As soon as I get on the train, I will be better, I’m sure. Get me back to Palm Springs, PLEASE. LOL!!!