G'day mates! The Flinkster checking in for the first time! I'm en route to tennis weekend with the family, and as those of you who know The Flinkster well know, when he travels, he lies. The lies began this morning at Union Station. I was waiting in line to get on the train where I saw a cute kid, probably around 8 years old pimped out in yankee gear. I asked him if he was a yankee fan (he must have thought I was an idiot, being pimped out in yankee gear). He told me how he loved the yankees, was going on a train for the first time today, and loves his iPad. His dad, a short, bald, man in his mid-forties chimed in telling me they were headed to yankee stadium to hopefully see Derek Jeter's 3000th career hit. He then began small talk... big mistake Baldie, big mistake.
When one initiates small talk with The Flinkster when he is en route, they are going to get nothing but lies. I began speaking about my passion for technology and my love of electronics. It was at that moment that Baldie noticed the apple sticker on my water bottle (strategically placed there by The Flinkster for moments just like this one). "This is sort of a shot in the dark, but do you happen to work for Apple?", he asked. Of course I work for Apple! I'm traveling, I work for whoever I want. Turns out Baldie writes for the New York Times, specifically the magazine, and was working on an article about how the NYT App for iPhones and Droids is no longer free, and wanted the opinion of an Apple employee. Happy to help! Mr. Jobs, you would be proud. I made Baldie a believer in the innovation possible by web designers creating new Apps, and the revenue that can come in, bringing money back to small start up companies. I remained anonymous, for nobody shall know The Flinkster's true identity (just kidding, it's me, Matt!). So yeah, keep your eyes open for my feature in the NYT Magazine. And kid, I hope you get to see that 3000th hit.
After sitting on the train for another three hours, continuing to lie to businessmen, lawyers, and stupid girls from 'The Shore', I arrived in Penn station where I had a little over an hour to kill. After scoping out my options for a few minutes, I decided to go to Tim Horton's and get a Boston Creme donut (my favorite!). It was delicious as usual, but I still had an hour to kill. I then remembered there was a Krispy Kreme in Penn Station. Why not stay true to my science roots and conduct and experiment: Which establishment has the better donut? The donuts were graded based on cost, deliciousness, variety, and proximity to my current location. In the end, Tim Horton's won 3 of the 4 categories and is currently deemed in my head as the world's best donut. Bring it on Dunkin!
Keep spreadin the jam.
Flinkey out.
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