On Transplant-ation

Not-So-Great Expectations.

You can take the girl out of Brooklyn but you can't take her persistent insistence that public transportation in cities other than the Big Apple is anything but reliable. And yet ... her first clue came in the form of a 2-hour wait in the middle of a deserted parking lot, miles from any walkable road and amidst the midst of unexpected watering sprinklers around midnight. Her second clue consisted of an hour-long wait on a stranded street corner near a semi-frequently visited intersection (by non-yellow cars, that is, and hardly any people) resulting in an unaffordable final fee sans tip for the cab driver who willingly forked over his favorite 'cab jokes of the week.' Her final clue came during a 4-mile walk home, which she equated with a hop and a skip over the Brooklyn Bridge, without a single opportunity to wave her arm in the air for a life-saver when her foot started to cramp at the mile two mark. Car mix suggestions, anyone? Enjoy!

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