It started at 6:00 a.m. I did not want to admit that my alarm clock was blaring five inches from my head. Denial is just not effective in a case like this. Which reminds me, someone has changed the radio station on my alarm clock to one that I do not appreciate waking up to. No one wants to hear Lenny Kravitz or Aerosmith or Gunz & Roses at the crack of dawn (do you?). It’s just inviting you to start the day grumpy. Anyway that someone said he didn’t do it and Mr. Shane had no response when I interrogated him.
I hit the snooze button 4 times this morning, each time waking up to some middle age + man screaming about something thereby evoking this rant and rave within me. When I finally got out of bed at 6:28 a.m. things were going good until I realized I left my brush in my car. I chose looking disheveled all day over running out to my car in the cold to get it. I’ll just hide in my office and hope no one comes to see me.
Next was my 20 minute journey to the bus stop. That was uneventful. Thank God for small favors. When I got on the bus I found a seat on the outside with no one sitting behind it. This is key because then I can set my seat into the reclining position and hope that today will be the day I can fall asleep. My good fortune was short-lived. The man getting on the bus behind me chose the seat behind mine and actually pushed it out of it’s reclining position. Thought that was a bit pushy. So now I was sitting at a 90 degree angle. Quite uncomfortable.
Usually, a few minutes after departure the blazing heat kicks in and I’m usually cursing the bus driver. But today, the AC is on, or at least it feels like it. It’s pretty cold outside, so my feet begin to freeze first and then my nose and the hands, etc. Finally a blessed soul shouts from the back of the bus, “Can you turn the heat on!” Thank goodness. Minutes later when the climate hasn’t improved, a group from the back of the bus simultaneously yells the same plea. The plea then spreads to the front of the bus like a wave until the driver announces that the heat is broken.
For $65 a week, us Rockland County commuters deserve better. Have a heart Coach USA. Seriously. No heat on the coldest day this season?
Okay so I am almost done with this ridiculously long and boring rant. I got off the bus at Bryant Square Park and headed for the
train. Going against the herd of zombie like NYers (clearly jaded from being veteran commuters) I see an oldish man directly in my path. I cannot move. To my right is a wall to my left is another wall of unyielding executive types. The old man makes eye contact with me. There is an unspoken dialog, “I can’t move. You move.” I don’t think he wants to move. He gets closer. He’s maintaining eye contact. He coughs in my face. He moves over. Did this just happen? I turn around and do my best impression of Sara Jessica Parker in the opening credits of Sex and the City. I love New York.
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