Stepping one foot through the door to get on a (half empty) train, only to have a short Jersey Italian shove me back out so he could rush through the door to grab a seat.
what the joys of commuting mean to me
20Feb2009 Posted by Amy Labels: what the joys of commuting mean to me
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UGH!!! How very RUDE of him!!!! Maybe HE could get LOST!
what an a-hole!
What have I always told you about New Jersey???!!!! If you lived where you belong.........
P.S. I doubt he was Italian!
Like I said before, apparently momma knows best. At least she doesn't live in a state knicknamed after a stupid spice.
Nutmeg is great!!
what do you have against short jersey italians??????
hehehhehe...jsut kidding...lol
Amy - I voted TWICE on your poll, once at work and once at home - both times SURE, WHY NOT -- auntie gg
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