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It Helps To Be in the Right Place Sometimes

As you all should know by now, the northeast got pummeled with a lot of snow thanks to a blizzard that was part of a nor’easter. If you were like me, you scoffed at the idea of 12 to 18 inches of snow until you realized more than two feet of snow fell. A foot would have been more preferable!

Today was the first weekday, a “happy Monday” if you will, which meant mass transit was put to the test in trying to get people from Point A to Point B despite there still being snow in some areas.

It was a shit show. The line at the bus stop was close to 50-deep and of the two buses that had shown up, only one barely accepted passengers (as in people snuck in through the back door). An express bus (a larger bus with a premium fare meant to get you somewhere with a little more comfort) showed up and I opted to take that instead, knowing full well it wasn’t really going to get me to work any sooner.

We crawled and crawled and crawled. The street was one of seven roads in Queens actually fully plowed but everyone was taking it very slowly and gingerly. It took us ten minutes just to move several hundred yards at one point. I didn’t mind it because at least I had a (mostly) comfortable seat and I wasn’t stuck on a regular bus having to hold onto a handlebar with my fingertips while trying not to elbow five people in the head and while trying not to have my balls smashed in by over 9000 Coach or Michael Kors bags.

By the time we finally reached the Midtown Tunnel it was already 9:00 (on a much more normal sort of day, I’m walking into the office by 9 after passing through the Midtown Tunnel at around 8:20 or 8:30). Everyone knew how late they were but there was nothing much they could do other than immediately getting up and standing in the aisle after requesting their stops.

As more and more seats became empty I was tempted to move up a few rows because I wanted to sit somewhere without someone next to me; I was in the sixth row on the driver’s side, sitting next to a woman who took up all her seat and a minute portion of mine. If I moved my arm or my leg, I would have made contact with her—I was seeking a seat that could allow me to move more freely, even a little. But as we traversed 34 St, approaching Fifth Avenue, I remained seated, not wanting to move despite my desires to move.

A young woman in the row next to me got up, ready to get off at the bus stop. Her bag nudged me in the knee ever so slightly. It was unwelcome but inevitable, the perils of riding mass transit with tight spaces. She was making her way to the door and I, for whatever reason, looked toward her seat.

“Excuse me, is that yours?” I asked.

She turned and looked. A silver laptop was there with its AC plug and adapter on the floor. It was obvious she had taken her work laptop home on Friday, just in case the blizzard made commuting to work impossible or if her employer decided to close on Monday, and she now had to lug the hefty machine back to the office today.

The laptop was not in a laptop-specific bag but rather inside one of those fancy, glossy paper bags you’d get at a store like Express. The bag was clearly not designed to hold anything heavier than a few pairs of them apple-bottom jeans, or dress shirts being sold at buy-one-get-one-half-off prices. The bottom completely tore open and the laptop had slid out, onto the seat next to hers.

She had no idea it had gotten out of the bag. She frantically went back and tried to get everything together. The plug fell out again so she had to pick it up. The bus driver closed the doors and was ready to keep going before she had to tell him to wait. She briefly explained her predicament to him, apologizing for, and justifying, the delay.

Had I moved up to the empty seat, I’m pretty sure that young woman would have left the bus without her laptop. She would’ve freaked out, and had to make calls to figure out where it was, which bus it was on, which route it was, what time it took place, what the laptop looked like, and so on. Not the kind of way you’d want a Monday to start. Because I remained in my seat, I was able to be a good Samaritan and spare her the misfortune of losing something of importance.

It’s remarkable how one small decision can have such a big impact.

 

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Surviving Hurricane Sandy

I haven’t published anything newsworthy on this blog for far too long so I want to take this opportunity to give my readers an update on how I lived through Hurricane/Superstorm Sandy.

I first heard about Sandy through a friend’s Facebook post that was made more than a week before the storm threatened the northeast.  I sort of dismissed it, thinking it would not prove to be a factor.  I was mistaken.

As all the weather experts predicted the hurricane would strike the northeast, I thought this was going to be Hurricane Irene all over again: a hurricane that grazed the NYC-area, leaving a few damp leaves, while terrorizing New England with massive flooding.  I was mistaken.

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Pretty Much Everywhere, It’s Gonna Be Hot ~ People Reveal A Lot When It’s Hot

So it reached 97 degrees today in New York and tomorrow’s forecast will be about the same or worse.  People were going crazy over how hot it was.

Of course it would be hot.  It’s June.  In New York.  June is also when summer begins.  Should it surprise you that it’s hot?

If you’re going to moan about how hot it is, stop doing hot yoga in a velvet jacket while wearing Uggs and go to someplace like Australia, where it is winter and the temperatures are more comfortable.

But when the weather gets warm, you could say that is the time when the fashion trends in New York heat up.  Guys start wearing shorts, shirts with bright colors, and flashier sneakers while the girls bust out the flip flops, the sun dresses, the mini skirts, and other more revealing attire.

Some still like to wear their super tight jeans, weathered and worn-down leather boots purchased at the Salvation Army Thrift Store, and cardigans over a short-sleeved turtleneck in this weather—they just choose not to wear socks and they roll the cuffs on their pants up an additional two inches.  Enjoy your farmer tans and albino legs.

What’s interesting is that if you’re in New York (or any large city, I guess), you will learn a lot about people once summer comes around.  Whether they be friends or strangers, you will begin to notice things otherwise unseen.  I’ll make a list explaining it all!

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What Did I Do on Saturday?

I watched a pinata get destroyed.

Stracey, the pinata, gets destroyed

I’d like to thank my friend Gabe, his girlfriend Lauren, and his roommate Joel for being accommodating hosts yesterday.  This is not always what people do at house parties in Brooklyn.

Hope everyone had a great weekend. It’s June, and summer is fast approaching for those of us in the northern hemisphere. I’m well aware those in the southern hemisphere are planning winter getaways.

[You may have noticed a new category. “Quick Strikes” will be devoted to short entries that have no real substance to them. In other words, it’s a fancy term for filler content.]

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