Joy of Penn

I am a New Yorker. Official. I sit on a comfortable seat on an Amtrak to Philly whist other poor souls stand. Ok I feel guilty about the pregnant woman but hey I'm a New Yorker.

I've worked out the mysteries of getting a seat. As the crowds flock to the track entrance (9W today) you pop down to the mezzanine track and get to the track with no line or busy body checking to see if I am a terrorist. The joy of seats...

(that was a joke about the preggers woman, she's probably just chubby)

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