Tag Archive: Traffic

Breaking ALL the rules

People always comment how New Yorkers don’t wait for the walk signal, we just wait for the traffic to clear and dart across the street. It’s like we are a city of rule breakers. I have to agree, let me explain.

What’s the biggest rule moms tell their kids? No not clean your room! That’s mom’s fantasy. No moms are always telling their kids, Don’t get in a car with a stranger. Right? So you live your life running away from ride offers from people you don’t know.

Then you move to NYC, and you don’t have a car because, A) it is freakishly expensive to keep a car in NYC; B) the subway and bus system is beyond compare, who needs a car? Then one day you’re in a rush, you need to get across town RIGHT NOW, so you stick out your arm, a yellow car stops and you get in. You get in a car WITH A STRANGER. BOOM, mom’s rule has been broken.

But wait, you say, it is this strangers job to transport you safely to your destination (notice I said safely, not necessarily untraumatized, but I’ll consider cabbie driving habits in another post), maybe so I say, BUT, we all watch TV, and we know there are serial killers masquerading as taxi drives just waiting for a snowstorm and an unsuspecting victim! Once you break this rule and survive, this emboldens you break other rules, like crossing against the light. It’s no wonder we all do it.

>I hate garbage trucks.

>I realize they perform a vital service. That without them we would be buried in garbage or have to take our garbage to the dump ourselves. Imagine how much of a hassel that would be, especially for serial killers and mass murderers when asked what kind of garbage they are bringing, how would you classify bodies or body parts? Where was I?

Oh yes, I hate garbage trucks. Do they have to perform this vital service when I am driving to the train station? I come around the corner and there it is in the middle of the road, blocking traffic. Then it turns left, same direction as I do, but it turns right, off the main road so I can go on to the train station as normal.

Since I caught the train, you may wonder why I am ranting about this. It was a disruption in my routine. Which I don’t like.

— Sent from my Palm Pre

>I am so happy to be home. I was thinking how great it was to be home. I didn’t even mind that it took 45 minutes to drive 2 miles in Queens this morning.

I took my shower so my legs are itching now from the dry skin. I was going to take a bath after my shower, but since Em had taken her bath before that there wasn’t enough hot water for me to have a hot bath. So I turned off the water and dried off and here I am. Freezing again after two nights in a hot hotel room. That had no tub in the bathroom.

As soon as I finish this post I have to take my contacts out, braid my hair and wash my face. I want to write my review of Dearly Devoted Dexter, but I think I will end up just going to bed. Kind of tired. So tired I can’t even remember what I was going to say.

I am going to post this picture that I took in Albany. I sent it to Tigger and he had a pithy response, something along the lines of how ridiculous it was to have an cigarette disposal next to a non-smoking sign. I don’t remember exactly what he said and I deleted the text, but it was appropriate.

>Saturday Saga

>Book study was canceled this morning. I stayed up late working on my blogs, which are now complete, new blogs made, old blog post exported in and all my widgets in place. Anyway, I slept in this morning, till Tigger came and knocked on my door. Well, I was awake, just not up. Em wanted to borrow my train, no that’s not correct, she wanted to use my tickets so she and D could go down to the city, he’s back from his business trip. They didn’t go, they decided Harold Square would be too crowded.

I went to the bathroom, like I do every morning, and I felt water dripping, I thought it was the sink, then I realized the toilet was overflowing(ew ew ew!), so I grabbed my plunger and started plunging and it fell apart, literally, after the water went down there was a big piece of it in the toilet. I went upstairs to get dirty towels to soak up the water, Tigger had to come down to help me because I didn’t have my contacts in and couldn’t see where the water was. He came down to help which including carefully stepping in the bathroom to grab my glasses for me, the pair that is normally in my bedroom was not there. We got the water mopped up and I then mopped the floor with my lavender floor cleaning stuff and put the towels in the washer.

I knew I had to get a plunger, I really didn’t want to go out by myself so I asked Tigger if he wanted to go to the Verizon Store so he went with me. I left him at the Verizon store to get a fat free latte and cookie, then we went to Home Depot. We found a shovel that expands that will fit in the hatch of my car and looked at ice scrappers (didn’t like any of them) then went looking for plungers. There was one aisle that was closed for ‘safety reasons’ and guess what down that aisle? Yes the plungers, so we walked down the aisle and asked if we could get the plungers and the man said yes (I was glad, he was scary looking!) then as I was getting one, Tigger said, “You don’t have to get the cheapest one.” It was $2.98 plus tax, and they only had one kind. Then when we went to leave, the man had pulled the adult baby gate (seriously! it looked like a baby gate only adult sized) closed so we couldn’t get out(He did let us out). Tigger said, “He locked us in, and he is scary looking!”

Then we went to Lowe’s to see if I could get an ice scrapper there. The traffic was unbelievable. Tigger waited in the car. They didn’t have exactly the scraper I wanted, but I got this really cool snow brush with a scrapper, it is really long and I will be able to clean the top of my car off with it. I did get a scrapper, it looks like it will do the job. Then we came home. But that’s not the end of my ‘Saturday Saga’.

When I came in my bedroom and turned on the light, it burned out. So I had to go upstairs to get a light bulb and turn replace the bulb. Then I went to flush the toilet and plunge it out, as I was plunging, the bowl on the plunger turned inside out, so now I had a stick with a bowler hat on it. I turned it right side out and finished the job, then I turned it back inside out and asked to Tigger to come downstairs, when he did, I stuck my head out of the bathroom and said, “Maybe you were right.” He said what and I showed him the stick with a bowler hat and said, “I shouldn’t have got the cheapest one.” I can’t describe his face, but he got a laugh out of it.

Anyway, now I am hungry, so I am going to go eat something.