Coming home from the Roughnecks game tonight, I'm waiting for the train to leave Chinook Station so I can cross and get out of this friken cold and into my car. This one guy asks me if I have the time. Hey, no problem, glad to answer the question. So I lean over to the side, because this guy was blocking my view of the LARGE RED CLOCK right behind him to tell him it was 10:25. For the love of me, I have no idea how you can fail to see a red LED clock in pitch black darkness...
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