Now you have to wait for the next one. And suppose there's another train, a connection that the train you missed is timed for? Only now you won't be there; and once you get to that station you'll have to wait for that next train. So you get to your destination late--possibly very late.
The Japanese pride themselves on having a mass transportation system that operates like clockwork. It ensures that riders will make their trains as long as they're in the station at the right time. In a country the size of California with a population of about a third of that of the US, the trains must run on time, as scheduled. The people don't just expect the trains to run on time; they need them to run on time.
So, yes--I can see why the public apology was issued.
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He probably does that as a "gold digger" test. I would.
It occurs to me that perhaps this is similar to the old joke. "What do you think I am?" "Young lady, we have already established that. Now we are negotiating the price."
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Had the link from this post in my lineup this afternoon and could not understand why. I closed it without comment because I didn't remember why I'd opened it. I had to dig through the blogroll to find the source again, and--finding it--understand the wry humor behind the post's sole sentence, "The lovely ladies of Baltimore."
A bunch of adipose women shaking their butts. "Twerking." On a police car, at police. Apparently at the "pride" parade.
Twerking is stupid. It is meant to be a display of how quickly a woman can move her posterior up and down during the sex act. It looks abysmally foolish. Any woman who performs that maneuver in public probably has the intellect of a can of carrots and the class of a can of Colt 45.
I just don't have the words to further describe my disdain for these useless extrusions.
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Woke up from an after-work nap with a supreme craving for brownies. Fortuitously, I had enough eggs--I always make sure to keep the other ingredients on hand but eggs seem to be a challenge. Anyway, I had everything, so I put it all together; and now I am enjoying the fruits of my labor.
Perhaps a little bit too much.