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Karma, Schadenfreude, and Laughing at Winter Morons in NYC.

 

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I just can’t help myself. Call it being evil, lack of compassion, or just plain juvenile. I get a kick out of other’s minor misfortunes. Namely, those that deserve it here in NYC. You know the types. Those who are overly self centered, inconsiderate, snarky, or just plain douchebags. Nothing wrong with a good chuckle at their misfortune. Then again, I laugh at pretty much anyone when the time, and ridiculous circumstances arise. Lord knows I have had my share of mishaps that had people giggling at my displeasure. I have slipped and fallen flat on my back, strepped into piles of dog poop that engulfed my whole foot, and even walked through a plate glass door. Oh, that last one has happened a few times. How I’m not stitched up like Frankenstein escapes me. I know karma is a bitch, but I still have at it when seeing someone first hand do something dumb, or have something idiotic happen to them. Winter season here in NYC is such a great time to people watch and get my jollies. Here are a few that get my funny bone going. Schadenfreude is my co-pilot. Continue reading Karma, Schadenfreude, and Laughing at Winter Morons in NYC.

Say goodbye to your umbrella! Ella ella, ay ay ay!

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As a long time NYC resident I have seen this blight upon the city streets after a storm many times. First comes a few raindrops, then the torrential rains, accompanied by the gusty winds, and then the real fun begins!

Say goodbye to your umbrella! Ella ella, ay ay ay!

 

As sung by Rihanna –

The other night was no exception. We were bombarded by heavy rain and winds that could knock you off your feet. A lot of it happended after midnight, as I was told, but I slept through it and did not even know it was happening. I guess my snoring drowned it out. The next morning as I walked to my subway stop it was still lightly raining and a bit windy. Remnants of the previous night’s rains could be seen scattered about the city streets and in garbage cans. Sad crumpled piles reminding us that no umbrella is spared by an angry Mother Nature.

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