What I have for you below is not one scenario, one experience… but a number of occurrences and observations which have all led me to the sneaking suspicion that the majority of the shirt-and-tie commuters I encounter on the tracks of NJ Transit are true drunkards… lushes… whatever you’d like to call them. Yes, they’re the ones you see desperately flocking towards the stores within the hellish hallways of Penn Station trying oh, so hard to grab that cool, refreshing can of Bud Light (freedom) just mere minutes before their train departs. And yes, it appears they have good taste as well… (pause for sarcasm).
So, should you ever decide to ride the NJ Transit line — or be forced to by the soul-crushing actuality that is the “real world” — during afternoon commuting hours, chances are you’ll see your fair share of transiting tipplers along your path, each with distinct differences proving that while they all have that sad commonality of truly “needing” that beer just as they pull away from the land that made them crazy in the first place — because God forbid they wait until they get home — there are certain differences within the community… subsets, if you will.
Allow me to explain with the below examples.
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