NYC bus drivers rock

It's 12:50 am and I get off the subway thinking "oh crap, if there's no bus I'm gonna have to walk home." Normally I don't mind that 7 minute walk from subway to apartment, but y'know, it's cold and I'm tired and I'd much rather catch a bus, but it's 12:50 Sunday am and forge--waitammint oh shit that's the #7 and damn the doors just closed and shit. I break into a run anyway because you never know.

I would not have been annoyed if the driver pulled out without looking because hey, he'd taken on his passengers and probably waited a minute or two, and he doesn't have to take the time to doublecheck, especially at 12:50 am. But he hesitates, and the doors open and I climb on and say "bless you."

And the driver, a middle-aged man, says matter-of-fact "there was a woman running for my bus." As simple as that.


I <3 NYC bus drivers.

Super Sunday

The apartment smells like chili* (gee, I wonder why) the cats are wondering why mom's not at her desk, and I have been informed that I should be rooting for Pittsburgh, as Pitt is still #1 Nephew's front-runner school choice.

I'd rather have had the Giants playing today, natch, but it will be fun to just kick back with friends and watch the game without the accompanying agita. And either way, there will be Stadium Cake! :-) And don't forget the halftime show! *is Bruce-cheerful*


For those about to couch, we raise our beer and chips in salute. The rest of the world, we'll see you on Monday morning.



(and happiest of happies to nycdeb!)



*traditional meat-only, Mexican-influenced, and ranging from "mmm, toasty" to "OMG sour cream now!" hot, depending on how my powder blend came out that year....

obligatory half-time post

Bruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuce!