Back in the day, one of my aunts was married to a bartender on the LIRR. She had to meet him every payday to get his check from him while he was still sober. As a kid, I remember my mother driving her sister, and a carload of us squirming kids, before seatbelts, gunning it to get ahead of an LIRR train and beat it into the next station, where my aunt would run up the stairs, get on the train, and get off with his check, before the train doors closed. Great fun for us, but pretty pathetic if you think about it.
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