This is what I look like when I’ve been dilly-dallying all morning and I get to the train station a minute too late to catch my train. Even though the train is still parked at the station, the doors are closed, so I’m basically SOOL until the next train into the city.

I kneeled down and did some Tebowing and guess what? The usually cranky train conductor reopened one of the doors and I made my train!

Maybe there’s something to this prayer crap. That or the Broncos actually do suck balls and it was really the ghost of Paul Lynde who answered my prayers.

Happy Monday!

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