Finally! Spring has decided to show up around here in NYC. Sunny days. Warmer weather. Drier air. People making out. Yup, Spring also seems to bring out the lovebirds sucking face and playing tonsil hockey in all their spit swapping glory! Hey, I’m all for showing love and caring for the love of your life but sometimes the public displays of affection are a bit much. Spring is also PDA season around here. Kissing, cuddling, touching, licking, nuzzling, groping, and wrapping of limbs around each other, among other things being done to select body parts and orifices. All in public view to the dismay of many passerby. Continue reading Spring love is in the NYC air!
As I travel back and forth to work each day it never ceases to amaze me the things I see on the NYC subway. In just these past few days back at work after the Easter weekend I have viewed Subway Douchebaggery at it’s finest!
Here’s a quick rundown of some things that people have done or keep doing that boils my blood –
Stepping on my just shined shoes. Really? At least say “excuse me” and don’t pretend like you didn’t do it!
Eating food that smells like dirty ass in the train. Of all the spots in NYC that you could plop down to eat your meal you choose the dirty subway and a crowded rush hour car to do it? Yuck. Continue reading Why Make The Rat Race Worse Than It Is?
Are New Yorkers really that grumpy? Are we really as rude as the movies and tv portray us? Well, kinda. Sometimes. I happen to see things going on week in and week out all around my travels in NYC. Perhaps we just can’t help ourselves lately as many of us are on a short fuse with this long winter. Here it is supposedly Spring and it’s 35 degrees. I sense a touch of disbelief, confusion, depression, and anger out there. Maybe too many of us expect instant 60 degree sunny weather already. Yeah, we are an impatient bunch. Just like the Burger King commercial slogan we want to “have it our way”. Actually, right about now I think some of us would like to give the King a beat down, along with that dubious weather prognosticator Punxsutawney Phil! (Enemy #1 in the Northeast right now)
It’s Monday morning and I already have started the day out with a “what the eff moment”. You all know how it is when you drag yourself out of bed, into the shower, and arrive at work with that first cup of hot coffee. You slowly wake up from the grogginess that drapes your brain. You get your desk situated and set up a plan of attack for the day, and for what comes before you over the afternoon. Your body as it awakens let’s you know that it needs to hit the bathroom to start your day off right. If any of you are like me sometimes all it takes is one cup of morning coffee and “whammo”! Time to poop! Ah, there is nothing like a good morning constitutional to start the day off right. Everything is moving along swimmingly until some idiot “Turd Burglar” comes along and messes up your whole routine.
I think it’s time for a bit of ranting when it comes to toilet etiquette. Now, I can’t speak about the women’s room situation so if any of the fairer sex want to pipe in just do so and let ‘er rip!
Please don’t stop me to chat when you see I am about to enter the men’s room. Especially if I have something to read with me. Doubly so if you see me running to the can!