Dear New Subway Train Rocket,
My God, you're gorgeous! With your antimicrobial surface treatment and your electronic maps and your 10% more capacity and your $1,000,000,000.00 price tag.
I just have one question:
WHEN WILL YOU LET ME RIDE YOU?
The other day you slowed down and stopped as I waited anxiously on the southbound platform at Eglinton, only to chug along down the track as a TTC employee informed me you were being used for driver training only that day. My hopes of losing my Rocket virginty were cruelly dashed, and not for the first time either.
Is it because I'm married? Is that what's scaring you off? Because, just to be clear, my husband is in full support of this.
Let's make it happen, Rocket. You have only to open your doors to me.
Love,
Alison
My God, you're gorgeous! With your antimicrobial surface treatment and your electronic maps and your 10% more capacity and your $1,000,000,000.00 price tag.
I just have one question:
WHEN WILL YOU LET ME RIDE YOU?
The other day you slowed down and stopped as I waited anxiously on the southbound platform at Eglinton, only to chug along down the track as a TTC employee informed me you were being used for driver training only that day. My hopes of losing my Rocket virginty were cruelly dashed, and not for the first time either.
Is it because I'm married? Is that what's scaring you off? Because, just to be clear, my husband is in full support of this.
Let's make it happen, Rocket. You have only to open your doors to me.
Love,
Alison
3 comments:
Well, it happened. I lost my virginity today. I liked it mostly, but it was nothing to write home about.
Ugh, I've been on the rocket several times now and I am NOT a fan. What's with there being nothing to hold onto except those creaky, annoying loopy things above my head? And what's with the bright lights? We're all trying to pretend we're not there; we don't need to see each other with clarity. COMPLAIN COMPLAIN COMPLAIN.
Oh, Rocket. I dislike you more and more each day.
Regards,
Alison
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