Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Sunday, March 16, 2014
An Auspicious Start
I stamp my foot, literally stamp like a three-year-old child having a tantrum. "It's just, the Q doesn't connect with the A except in the city, or we have to take the Franklin Shuttle to the C, and then get the E all the way out the other direction to the Airtrain."
As Katie has already pointed out, we missed the Q going to the LIRR just a minute ago, and there's not another train to Jamaica for an hour.
The disappointment I read on her face is crushing me as she says, "Let's just get a cab."