"It's the last day to wear your favorite summer outfits," proclaimed Pat Keiren from NY1.
Dusty blue, warm, kinda humid. 72 degrees. Gonna be 81 degrees, then back down to 67.
8:35am.
N: I waited about ten minutes. I missed the "double, double", as I like to call it--when the two trains come back to back. It happens about once a morning, usually around this time. But, as I saw the second of the "double, double" zoom by as I neared the station, I knew things'd be a little miffed for the commute.
7: And, low and behold, the train was across the platform and as the N train doors opened, the 7 train shut it's doors and took off. I was then subjected to a ridiculous conversation about some woman's egsima was so bad when she was a kid, her skin fell off her ears.
Dude. Seriously. Don't scatch so hard. Next, shut the hell up.
G: This train, suprisingly, waited for me. Fine ride.
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