Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Yet another danger to drunks everywhere

While sober (I promise), I realized while traveling on a New Jersey Transit train this weekend that northbound drunkards lacking tickets might have a tough time telling ticket collectors which stop they're going to.

"Tickets. Tickets, please, sir."
Drunkard: "Uhhhh?"
TT: "What stop are you going to, sir?"
D: "Nworrrk, Penn Station."
TT: "I'm sorry, do you mean Newark Penn Station? Or New York Penn Station?"
D: "I said — hic! — NOOWYERK PENN STATION!"
TT: (shrugs, looks both ways) "That'll be $150."
D: (handing him wallet) "Here you go, mom."