Tue Jan 13, 2015 10:20 am
willmurr24 wrote:Somehow after waiting days for the draft to move along ,mid afternoon on a work day it takes off like an un- scheduled Greyhound and I miss a pick. Flatline for a week and without warning or logic as to timing the bus leaves and I hope no one was in the restroom else see ya,bus leaves at two forty something Monday ,just as not advertised making all local stops if you happen past the depot at the unappointed time
I believe you called that the "Toll Booth Syndrome," right?
Pretty close.As a New Yorker ,sentenced to life , I m very familiar with tolls.
The City just constructed one between my living room and kitchen. There is a pawn shop on the Veranzano Bridge to help with that toll . The Money Store ,I heard, is on the way.
The syndrome is the odd effect my car has on any and all toll booths. In a word it f*cks them up.The booth shuts down ,the guy in front of me has no money ,or gets arrested and I sit and wait while cars pass to my left and right through all the lanes I did not choose .When they were young my kids would shout out which lane they wanted me to shut down. This is true. On three occasions I was rear ended while sitting at a toll booth. Knock on wood ,the only three accidents I have been involved in since late October "76",three in the morning ,driving home from a hockey game,I got a goal,on a rainy night,with the hottest 18 year old green eyed girl in the world,smoking weed,and paying more attention to her then the truck stopped at a light on the other side of the overpass. Totaled the car . The truck transporting a local rock band home from a gig was undisturbed,as were it's occupants who were higher then me. The cops and the band ,in an effort to appear magnanimous in front of the girl,who was clearly the star of the show ,gave me a pass as they did back in the day.
The Toll Booth syndrome and a long ago night from a Bob Seger Song.
