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October 24, 1998 - November 17, 1998
An Epic Saga - Parts Fourteen and Fifteen

The PA system had just announced the last call for our train's departure and my irreplaceable ticket was still unaccounted for.  To add to my difficulty, a large businessman in a trenchcoat forced the aforementioned occupant of my row over into the middle seat, directly next to my ticketless person.

I checked the floor again, no small task considering my new friend's close proximity.

Eric looked under the seat, hoping that he might spy the small slip of paper.  He discovered a small ledge protruding out beneath the seat.  A small ledge with one ticket to Milford on it, though it seemed contrary to all known laws of physics.

The 3:07 train to Milford departed fifteen seconds later.

-- TO BE CONTINUED --

The train to Milford left, and I went to sleep.  But I was awoken a few minutes later, by a loud rustling noise to my immediate right.  The toothless weirdo in the seat next to me was rummaging through his bag of goodies, in search of who-knows-what.  He finally came upon the desired object, a recently purchased fingernail clipper.

He tore open the packaging, flinging it onto the floor of the train.  He warmed it up with a few practice clicks, then proceeded to the job at hand.  With no regard for the people on either side of him, he began to clip each and every one of his fingernails.  One hit me in the side of the head, several found new homes on the windowsill, another ended up buried deep within an old woman's hair.

I just looked at him.  Hygiene?  No.  Hair?  No.  Clothing?  No.  Teeth? No.

NAILS?

Yes.

He got off shortly, leaving me only with the man in the aisle seat.  I quickly noticed that his attention was not focused solely on the newspaper in front of him; underneath his seat was an oddly shaped paper bag.  Every few minutes, he would glance around, lift it to his mouth in a drinking motion, then carefully place it back on the floor.

When he got off the train, he left it in his seat.

The conductor walked by and looked at me strangely.

-- TO BE CONTINUED --

Part Sixteen

NHS Speech

"My View" Editorial

The October Surprise
|  Round 12  |  3  |  4  |  5  |
|   6  |  7  |  8  |  9  |  10  |
11  |  12  |  Final Bell  |

Journey to Jersey II
Intro  |  1  |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  |
|   6  |  7  |  8  |  9  |  10  |  11  |
12  |  13  |  14  |  15  |

Journey to Jersey I
1  |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  |   6  |  7  |  8  |
9  |  10  |  11  |  12  |  13  |  14  |
15  |  16  |  17  |  18  |  19  |  20  |

An Epic Saga
|  Act  1  |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  |
|   6  |  7  |  8  |  9  |  10  |  11  |
12  |  13  |  14  |  15  |  16  |

Christian Rock Email

Freshman Room Draw
|  Part One  |  Two  |
Three  |  Four  |  Five  |

 

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