A fellow evidently under the influence was trying desperately to catch a train back to his suburban home. Three times he got on the wrong train. Each time he was told that he would have to take another train.
When he boarded a fourth train he slumped down in a seat beside a clergyman, whose eyes, ears and nose told him that this new passenger had been drinking too much. He told our besotted friend: "Brother, may I tell you that you are traveling the rough and rocky road to damnation."
To which the drunk replied: "Don't tell me I'm on the wrong f#¤king train again!"
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"We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit." - Aristotle