Grand Central Problems

So I went by myself to upstate NY to visit my older brother, something that I haven’t done before. Sure, sounds easy. I hop on the G then to the A only to realize that Grand Central doesn’t run on this line. I did several quick hops from L to the 6 and I was there. This great hall, nothing like what the movies make it out to be. So there I am, walking around aimlessly, wondering what I’m supposed to do. I make my way to the information stand, where ths cockeyed dark skinned man stares at me, boring away into my sould.

“Uh…I’m new around here, how do I get to Fleetwood?” Me
“You’re not new son, i’ve seen you around…hehehee…I know that you’ve been here last sunday” Man
“..Sir, I haven’t meet you before…(I’m feeling real uncomfortable at this point) Me
“Hey Chuck we got a dead one here, listen son, I’m only messing but there your way is, I’ll see you next Sunday” Man

Alright, that was really creepy, he had this slow voice, which seemed like Hannibal Lector’s. Boy are those Metro North trains really nice, so much better than those grease ridden, danky, grotty seats back on the G. Well, I had a feast for the eyes. The train left around 7:25 and when got to the upperdeck, the cab was divided into two. The east was dark, like a azure color, while the west saw the the setting sun. At this point I thought, its unfair how one side of the world is dark while the other is lit. A little selfish, eh?

I did make it to my older brother’s place and spent his birthday with him and his friends.

Thats my story for this weekend.