Of my eight years of daily LIRR riding, I never recovered a single damned thing I lost. Apart from a monthly ticket or two (URGH), and a wallet (stolen within a minute of leaving the seat), it's only been books and umbrellas and whatnot. Last time I tried looking for a book, the bitchy lady at Penn said I'd have to wait several days for lost stuff to make its way to the Jamaica station L&F, and if I wanted my stuff I'd have to be there at such-and-such an hour, blah blah blah, fuck that with a ten-foot-pole.
― Michael Daddino (epicharmus), Monday, 11 September 2006 13:12 (nineteen years ago)