ATTENTION TO THE IDIOT AT THE TRAIN STATION:

Wait, let me narrow that down to the idiot blocking the escalators at the train station:

IMHO, I don't feel that in front of the holy-crap-it's-actually-working! escalator during the morning rush hour commute is really the best place to stand and read your free newspaper.

AND, let's just say that you do find this to be acceptable behavior, you really shouldn't yell at people who bump into you or make snarky comments because YOU ARE IN THE FUCKING WAY! and quite frankly, I'm shocked some of these hard ass New Yorkers didn't just "help" you get on the escalator...

big sigh.

that is my public service announcement for the day. you may all go about your business, but if you're at South Ferry, watch out for the idiot blocking the escalators!

Make Up Your Mind

There's nothing better than hearing someone scream at you "THIS IS WHY YOU'RE CLOSING!" because usually it is an incident by where the customer is trying to return/exchange something or access one of many services we used to provide, like public restrooms.

Here is my issue: if "THIS" (being bad customer service) is why we are going out of business, then why on earth are you expecting good customer service in the first place?

i'm just sayin'...

oh, and i'm also just sayin': you're in a bookstore, in theory you should be able to read--the signs, the notices, YOUR RECEIPT all of which say "ALL SALES FINAL. NO REFUNDS OR EXCHANGES" and yet...you still want to argue and feel justified in pulling the "THIS IS WHY" card.

yes, thankyou.  thankyouverymuch.  perhaps we should have gone with Ann's idea, which was to get a shirt that reads: "I'M the reason Borders is closing"

Doh!

I completely posted that on the wrong blog.  oh well, to tie into NYC, schlepping it to the airport will be fun.  Although--probably also shocking to everyone who knows me--I'm all packed in ONE (that's right, one) suitcase :)

alright...so if you're here, go here instead for updates on our trip.

:)

Ready, Set, TURKEY!

Alright.  In a feat rarely seen before, I'm actually packed and ready to go.  crazy, but true.  of course, for those of you who know me well, you think i jest.

alas...all that's left is to give some lovin' to the very pouty pupcicle.

Places we (April and I) will be visiting are as follows (in no particular order):

Istanbul
Bodrum
Gallipoli
Troy
Ephesus
Kusadasi
Pamukkale
Kos
Tilos
Rhodes
Simi
Datca

I have a feeling that I'm missing a spot or two.  Regardless, lots of beautiful places, bursting with beauty and history.

bon voyage!!

Stop, Drop, and Roll

So I did something I haven't done in a long time...at least while sober.  I fell.

What had happund was: I was running to bus stop because I had the light to cross the street and--for those of you who've never been to my house--navigating the sidewalk is quite a challenge because it's neither smooth nor level nor in one piece.  My shoe caught a lip in the sidewalk and BAM! down I went.  In the morning rush hour, with EVERYONE watching.

I even got a grass stain on my jeans!!

crazy!

Miss Manners

So how does one tell the man standing very close to her (the bus was crowded, he wasn't being freakishly weird), that the stale smoke smell emitting from his body is making one gag?

THANKFULLY, my bus ride is only about 8 minutes...ahhh...I've never been so happy to get to the ferry and breathe the sweet air of freedom!

oh the joys of public transportation...

Pink Velour Jumpsuits...

should NOT be worn by anyone over, let's say, 12 years old.  ESPECIALLY when it looks like you borrowed it from your 12 year old daughter. 


I think I need therapy for my eyes...and my brain, although honestly, I don't think there's anyway to get over trauma like that.

I'm just saying...