A lot to say today
On the subway this morning a guy decided to treat everyone to a lengthy one-man rendition of some play or other that seemed mostly to deal with the difficulties of getting daffodils to grow on a certain side of a hill because of all the lyme in the soil. Such was his dramatic training that he read aloud all the stage directions but skipped right over any punctuation marks that he came across. This was going on when I boarded the train and continued after I got off 30 minutes or so later. In case you were wondering, this man only had one extra seat to himself.
When I arrived at my stop in beautiful Spanish Harlem, two really old grizzled dudes were on the sidewalk arguing very loudly in Spanish and had attracted a little crowd. There was a woman between them with her hands on her hips, separating them, standing over what appeared to be an ancient stocking cap. I couldn't understand what anyone was saying, because it was in very rapid, very slurred Spanish, but from all appearances it looked like they were fighting over this really nasty hat. I stood and watched them for a second to see what would happen, but they just walked away from each other and the woman picked up the hat.
Does anybody know who does that song where the guy sings in a ridiculously whiny voice about how "nobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter?" Is it Akon? Because that song should obliterated from society's collective memory. It is so fucking stupid. Even more stupid than the one about "I see you winding, grinding up on the floor," which I also believe can be blamed on Akon.
On Saturday Sam came to visit me at work and we had a little chat with a 10-year-old library regular named Kenny. He had all kinds of little toys that he kept trying to give to me or Sam. Finally he tried to give me a dollar. He kept insisting, I kept refusing, until finally he just put it in a drawer in my desk. I told him that I didn't want his only dollar. He said, "I have a $50 bill." I didn't believe him, and told him so, but he showed it to me. After about a half hour of interrogation and a bunch of lies (he tried to tell me it was his allowance from his grandma in Puerto Rico) he finally told me that he knew how to slip them out of the ATM at the McDonald's around the corner. He also asked me if Sam and I were brothers. I asked if we looked alike, and he said, "No, you're white, and Sam is red."
People from the city are here today inspecting our building and they keep asking me questions for which I have no answers, such as: Why are there no smoke detectors? Why are there no heat detectors? Why are there no sprinklers? Why does your security camera system not work? How would you plan on getting someone out of the elevator if it got stuck? Do you have a flashlight? I really hope my boss reappears soon from wherever the hell she it is she's hiding.
If you read all that then I commend you and hope something happens soon to relieve your boredom.
When I arrived at my stop in beautiful Spanish Harlem, two really old grizzled dudes were on the sidewalk arguing very loudly in Spanish and had attracted a little crowd. There was a woman between them with her hands on her hips, separating them, standing over what appeared to be an ancient stocking cap. I couldn't understand what anyone was saying, because it was in very rapid, very slurred Spanish, but from all appearances it looked like they were fighting over this really nasty hat. I stood and watched them for a second to see what would happen, but they just walked away from each other and the woman picked up the hat.
Does anybody know who does that song where the guy sings in a ridiculously whiny voice about how "nobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter?" Is it Akon? Because that song should obliterated from society's collective memory. It is so fucking stupid. Even more stupid than the one about "I see you winding, grinding up on the floor," which I also believe can be blamed on Akon.
On Saturday Sam came to visit me at work and we had a little chat with a 10-year-old library regular named Kenny. He had all kinds of little toys that he kept trying to give to me or Sam. Finally he tried to give me a dollar. He kept insisting, I kept refusing, until finally he just put it in a drawer in my desk. I told him that I didn't want his only dollar. He said, "I have a $50 bill." I didn't believe him, and told him so, but he showed it to me. After about a half hour of interrogation and a bunch of lies (he tried to tell me it was his allowance from his grandma in Puerto Rico) he finally told me that he knew how to slip them out of the ATM at the McDonald's around the corner. He also asked me if Sam and I were brothers. I asked if we looked alike, and he said, "No, you're white, and Sam is red."
People from the city are here today inspecting our building and they keep asking me questions for which I have no answers, such as: Why are there no smoke detectors? Why are there no heat detectors? Why are there no sprinklers? Why does your security camera system not work? How would you plan on getting someone out of the elevator if it got stuck? Do you have a flashlight? I really hope my boss reappears soon from wherever the hell she it is she's hiding.
If you read all that then I commend you and hope something happens soon to relieve your boredom.