You Know You're Home When...

I boarded the Journal Square PATH train at 33rd Street, two blocks from my company's New York headquarters. The conductor was talking to a friend.

"All the loonies are out today," he said.

"At 4:30, we were sitting here at 33rd Street. A woman came up to me and said she had a 4:35 train out of Hoboken, could I close up the train so we could go."

"I said to her 1) You're not going to make that train and 2) This train doesn't go to Hoboken."