“Hm. The longer I’m stuck in this traffic, the more likely it is that I’ll be in the tunnel when the terrorist blow it up.”

(Disclaimer: This was not an actual concern as, until someone pointed it out to me, it never occuried to me to be worried about a terrorist attack, not only because the possibility is so tiny, but because it is a situation so far out of the realm of my control that it was just never anything I actively THOUGHT about it. I roll my eyes when people freak out at things like this, especially because I have never met anyone who lives in NYC who thinks about the possibility of a regular basis.)

Anyway, despite my pre-caffeine haze of over-sleepiness I was able to restrain myself from bursting into hysterical laughter. Which is good, because then I’d have to explain to the woman next to me why she’s obviously just jealous that she can’t amuse herself.