so as a last act of kindness/convenience, the bastard asked his brother to leave the car in queens village before leaving for the desert and all points west of this place.
however, I really haven't been on the long island railroad since 2006.
so I forgot what a goddam chore this could be.
you have to be there at a certain time to get yer ride.
wade through an ocean of assholes.
buy a ticket.
wade through an ocean of assholes
get on a crowded train full of assholes.
did I mention having to wade through them as well just so I can have my three foot radius of space to type about how much they are assholes?
all this so I can save time while cramming in a client meeting AND grocery shopping.