tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1599521167803348133.post3065072687934193666..comments2023-05-16T12:00:50.016-04:00Comments on doggie eyes: SEPTApocalypseBangshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10496318618691501562noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1599521167803348133.post-32884052462146582992014-05-29T15:43:19.971-04:002014-05-29T15:43:19.971-04:00I think about this all the time, probably every si...I think about this all the time, probably every single time I ride SEPTA, which means several times a day.<br /><br />Once, my trolley was stuck in the tunnel under Center City. We waited in total darkness, watching cars screek past on the opposite track. People were whimpering; one woman sobbed. Eventually some lights came toward us; it was three SEPTA men in reflective yellow jackets. They led pinchefrescohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07291232007759649148noreply@blogger.com