Laughter is the best medicine

[electricland]

Waiting for 501: A play

Maybe it's just me, but from time to time it sounds a bit more like Where's My Cow?:

Vladimir walks out into the middle of the street and stares intently eastwards.

ESTRAGON: Do you see anything?
VLADIMIR: Yes! I see something!
E: What do you see?
V: I see lights approaching!
E: Is there a faint illuminated sign hovering above them?
V: Yes!
E: Are there three lights across? A great one in the middle, and two lesser ones on either side? The blessed trinity of light that signals our impending salvation?
V: Maybe … no. No. There are only two lights.
E: Only two.
V: It is not the 501. It is a taxi.

Regardless: Heeee.

Although to be fair, barring the day of the fire when everything was screwy, the 501 has not been bad at all lately.

Comments

[pariah-ink.livejournal.com]

So you say, but you don't have to wait for the streetcar in the middle of the night. According to the schedule posted at the stop, it's supposed to be every 15 minutes.

I often walk home (30+ minutes depending on weather) and beat the streetcar.

It wouldn't bother me so much if the posted schedule reflected reality, even if the actual service didn't change.

[electricland.livejournal.com]

Oh dear. Yeah, I'm trying to be charitable pour encourager les autres, but I've been hearing bad things from many people.