And happy birthday, transit geek of my heart.... You light up my life like a third rail. You're old fashioned and handsome as a PCC. You don't make me come on charters with you ...
And happy birthday, transit geek of my heart.... You light up my life like a third rail. You're old fashioned and handsome as a PCC. You don't make me come on charters with you ...
"You light up my life like a third rail."
That may just be the worst analogy you've ever come up with.
Response A: I am stupid with love. (And the after effects of 600 Volts.)
Response B: I did consider another analogy involving that pole that trolleys use to get power from the overhead line ... but decided to give it a miss. His parents read this, ya know.
Response C: I'm just a chicken in the fox house!