[ Pssssshhh! The hydraulic brakes of the train let out their pressure as the train came to a stop. ]
“Nice.” I thought to myself as I stepped off the platform and onto a plush comfy couch.
Sitting down my thoughts drifted to a past summer from memory lane. As the cool wind passed through my hair that day and I felt a slight chill in the air, I sipped a cold margharita as Margharita came bouncing happily back from the beach. The ‘84 Vanagon, parked next to the camping spot we had picked out, waited to give us dry shelter from the approaching sun-shower. Thick purple thunderheads loomed eerily in the distance.
The ‘84 Vanagon, in simple terms, was the bomb diggity.
I closed my eyes, the train pulled away and I was glad to notice that public transportation had recently begun to employ waitresses to make sure every passenger was as comfortable as possible on their daily commute into the city.
“Breakfast?” the tall, leggy brunette asked.
“I’ll have a Bloody Mary,” I responded as the calm acceleration of the train pushed everyone backwards.
The future of transportation is bright peeps. Keep the faith.
Peace out,
-= The Commuter =-





