People in Penn Station lined up to buy Metrocards on New Year’s Eve. It was ridiculously freezing that night and half of me felt sorry for them for having such a cold night for celebrating, and half on me thought they were insane. Because they were probably heading to Times Square. Which is insane. And can’t be fun.
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