Fingers crossed

After 2 weeks of taking the early shuttle and sometimes making it in to work a bit early, I'm giving the 730 another shot. But that's not really what I want to write about.

Last week, I got a chance to experience Penn Station. I had been there once or twice before, but was usually in a rush to get on the train. This time I really got a feel for for the place, and that feeling was creepy.

The layout, from what I could tell, was designed to be like a hamster cage. One or two large areas with lots of halls and tunnels going in every direction. Despite the confusing layout, navigating was not difficult. Every intersection has a number of signs which were easy to undestand and effective in getting you where you needed to go.

There is a whole new level of crazy at Penn Station. Grand Central-ese people are direct and always moving. Penn Station-eers tend to linger a bit more, and thus, they have waiting areas. I sat in such an area to eat a quick bite. In that time, a woman had to be removed as she felt compelled to ask (very politely I may add) for people to take the gun away from the army personnel that were patrolling the area. She had a strange inflection in her voice as she said, "PLEASE, miss. Excuse me MISS. Mam, could you PLEASE take his GUN. Do you SEE it? You HAVE to TAKE the GUN from HIM."

I think the only redeeming quality about Penn Station is that they have a krispy kreme inside. I, knowing full-well how bad they are for you, have a hard time resisting a krispy kreme. They do need to be fresh though; they just aren't right any other way. That day, I got one that was a bit dry... Yes, I'm keeping score, and they have 1 strike.

Made it to GC in time so it seems like its safe to sleep in again!