Happy Train

One night this week, I was hit by a revelation.  I was sitting on the train for the longest portion of my 2-hour commute, feeling unproductive and stuffing myself with French fries that were getting cold.  It started as nothing more than my nightly Eeyore moment while I wait to doze off.

Then, my Inner Child burst forth in a shower of rainbows and kittycats to remind me that any child born anywhere ever would be thrilled - absolutely thrilled -  to trade places with me any time. 

But of course!  To ride a train while stuffing my pie hole with French fries.  I didn't have to share and I didn't have to eat my salad first.  Heeeeee - the high life!  Bravo!  Huzzah! And in contrast to the limitations of childhood dreams, I actually got to grow up and be this magnificent person who rides trains and eats fries.  I started digging it and actually nodding. 

That was loads of fun where I least expected it.  I was strangely energized instead of sleepy.  Yessir, life is good. 

Dork factor or massive clue?  Not sure it matters.  I wonder what's next.  Howzaboutchoo?