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...

(un)Conditional, um, Love?

Still Day 2 after the blizzard: home late, long day, and decide I just wanna get in my jammies and order chinese.  So I call the Chinese place up the road, hoping they didn't close early.  They finally answer (either they're really busy or contemplating whether or not to answer) and when i ask for delivery, the response was "maybe [loooong pause] where?...sigh [another looooong pause] okay, fine. what you want?"

well, you gotta love the honesty.

Yeah, Shut Up...Or Better Yet, Get Off!

Day 2 After Blizzard: Buses are running, albeit verrrrry slowly.  In fact, I missed 2 ferries whilst waiting...but anticipated this (kinda), so I wasn't too fussed.  Finally get on a very packed bus and 2 stops later a young woman got on the bus and starts berating the bus driver about how she's been waiting for nearly 30 minutes.  What's up with that?

She was quite shocked and gobsmacked when the driver, rather than apologizing, said "Only 30 minutes?  You should be thankful because there are people on the bus that had to wait for an hour and thirty minutes!  I'm sure they don't wanna hear you complain about only having to wait 30 minutes!"

Like LAX With A Twist...

Anyone spending a considerable amount of time in LAX will hear overhead announcements that more-or-less (what?  it's been awhile since i've been there, since I try to avoid LAX like the plague...) sound like:

"Attention travelers, the Los Angeles International Airport does not authorize nor support anyone who asks you for money.  You are not obligated to give donations to anyone asking for money."

Meanwhile, here in New York City, I overheard in Penn Station:

"Attention MTA customers, panhandling on trains and platforms is illegal.  Do not support illegal activities.  If you wish to help out the less fortunate, the best way to do so is to give donations to local charities that support them.  Thank you."

Geez, That's Helpful.

Last night on the bus home (which normally takes about 6 or 7 minutes for those of you who've never visited me), the bus, which normally pulls out of the ferry terminal and turns left, made a right turn.

Okay, so any minute the driver is going to make an announcement.

Annnny minute now...

Annnnnnny minute...

Finally, a passenger asked the bus driver where we were going, to which she replied "well, duh, we're taking a detour."

ooookay...