I Say Get the Basics Down First

We are waiting for the subway tonight. Sunday night trains are notoriously slow to come in New York, something my colleagues and I face every week with not much humor. (Or loads of it. Depends on the stars. And our blood-alcohol levels.)

"I wish somebody would just discover transportation finally," says one of us.

I laugh, considering the implications of our 100-year-old transit system not even being worthy of the word "transportation."

He reconsiders.

"I meant 'transporter-beaming,' 'transporting.' 'Transportation'?"

Oh.