Converted

Observe the "Ocean Express".  This is the "trolley" that cruises through town on some simulacrum of a schedule, although, this blog is pretty convinced the only real timetable is dependent wholly on being in my way.  Furthermore, I can discern no particularly good reason for this mechanical annoyance to exist.  No one appears to ride it, and I'm pretty sure the only place it goes is to the mall, so I'm reluctant to cast a public transit vote of confidence its way.  And "express"...total misnomer.  Get stuck behind this atrocious trolley wanna be behemoth and your regularly scheduled program will be bumped to delay.  I do not care, Sam I Am, for the "Ocean Express".  In fact, I'd toyed with the idea of an anti-trolley petition, but then I had a divine run in that gave cause for reconsideration.

Observe a baked potato.  Just a run of the spud mill steaming hot edible canoe of comfort.  This particular one isn't even particularly dressed up.  As long as they're hot and baked, they don't need to be, but, of course, part of the allure of this edible tuber is that it can be customized to any wild extent the consumer desires.

So, without further ado, it is this blog's suggestion that the unnecessarily burdensome "Ocean Express" be promptly converted to a food truck specializing in baked potatoes.  Being as there is no one riding the trolley, this will surely be of greater fiscal gain for whatever municipal functionality manages the four wheeled red beast, and it would make the general vicinity of my immediate surroundings a lot happier.  Imagine being able to acquire a steaming hot baked potato any time you want (they take a while to prepare at home and never seem to be as moist).  I'm no trolley-transform-to-baked-potato-food-truck expert, but I'm calling that a win/win.

Life sometimes can be converted.
Converted: –adjective
  to change (something) into a different form or properties; transmute; transform.