Another hundred people
The holidays in NYC bring out my inner claustrophobic misanthrope. I get so anxious with SO many people around, moving slowly, I just want to start shoving random strangers. I just keep telling myself "they're bringing money into our economy, this is ultimately a good thing for the city."
I went down to Trader Joe's this afternoon--there was a LINE to get in, and it wasn't short. Also a long line to get into the wine shop. Weird--it wasn't that bad two days before Thanksgiving when you'd think it would be insane.
I went down to Trader Joe's this afternoon--there was a LINE to get in, and it wasn't short. Also a long line to get into the wine shop. Weird--it wasn't that bad two days before Thanksgiving when you'd think it would be insane.
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You're a better person than I am. I'm ready to punch someone in the stupid nose.
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Oh, and don't get me started on the people who park on the stairs going into the MTA system, so they can text. Screw politesse, I make a point of cutting around them closely and saying impatiently, "Excuse me...." and sometimes muttering "BAD place to stand."
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Yeah, but that's the same excuse they use for Mamma Mia and John Stamos in Bye Bye Birdie.