I’ve been taking the train regularly for 15 years now and the moment you stop giving a shit about missing your connection is legit IRL character development. Shit happens. Who cares if I’m late as long as it’s not trouble for anybody else.
I’ll share some useless statistics I got some time ago, fits well here; almost 70% of men stop sprinting when they reach 30 years old. I think it’s fucking sad
Watch out my guy you are being targeted ... I mean, stalked. Don't give her any personal information or next thing you know she'll be sleeping over ... in a few years. I mean, we don't need the FBI to take notice. It's just a friendly commute.