What caps the story, however, is that five minutes later, a U of C undergrad gets off the train, carrying a cello. He waited calmly for the bus, totally oblivious to what a moron he was.
Moron, or just someone with a divergent risk analysis?
For years, when living in Indian Village, Nuphy and I got off at Garfield and then had to switch busses or walk to get north to where we lived. Finally, he suggested getting off at the 47th St stop and catching the bus there. I told him he was crazy because it wasn't safe, but I humoured him. We used it for two years, at all hours, alongside matronly Black women and moronic undergraduates alike, without a single incident.
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Date: 2004-02-17 11:28 am (UTC)Moron, or just someone with a divergent risk analysis?
For years, when living in Indian Village, Nuphy and I got off at Garfield and then had to switch busses or walk to get north to where we lived. Finally, he suggested getting off at the 47th St stop and catching the bus there. I told him he was crazy because it wasn't safe, but I humoured him. We used it for two years, at all hours, alongside matronly Black women and moronic undergraduates alike, without a single incident.