The St. Patrick's Day Commute

I always look forward to the commute home from work on St. Patrick's Day. Walking to Penn Station, I am likely to pass by several drunk teenagers hanging out and making strange noises. Penn Station itself is also very pleasant. Best of all, the train home is invariably strewn with beer cans and bottles and other trash left by the chevrah coming into town to celebrate their chag.

Just a few more hours. I can't wait.