At 3:00a.m. on Friday dark ( technically, Saturday forenoon ), I climb on the uptown M15 to go home from a party my friend 's roomie 's fellow 's party. ( Whew. ) My roomy, on hearing what I Holded maked, corrected ME `` The double-decker? At three in the forenoon? You 're insane. ''

But I was n't: there were a couple of friendly folks aboard my trusty vas. One cat holloed to his friend as he boarded, in a thick New York accent: `` Name me at place! '' ( `` Cawl me at place! '' )

The motorcoach 's mike picked upward his voice. `` CAWL ME At Place! '' The cat looked out at the four of us riders, smiling. `` I reckon everyone heard that. '' And, as he sat behind me, `` I Get on here til 83rd Street! ''

So, my two points: ( 1 ) the jitney is safer than you conceive, and ( 2 ) even on public transit, you can do a new friend. You simply might should abash yourself firstly.

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