So, apparently the world was supposed to end on May 21st. It didn't. But it did pour some crazy rain out of the blue. Everyone was running out of the park onto 5th avenue to grab a cab expect no cabs were stopping. We finally got one and I get in the front with the driver. The transcript of our conversation is below:
Driver (looks over): oh. I only stopped cuz I thought there was a baby in your bag.
Me: oh. Um, there is. It's just really ugly so it's INSIDE the bag
Driver: I was actually heading to Queens.
Me: It's gonna be fine. You'll go to 1st ave then go to Queens. My baby's in the bag. It got it's fathers genes. Obviously not MY good looks.
He just laughed and drove us anyway. Just a classic New York moment....
Overheard a conversation between a girl and guy outside Pig n whistle. This wasn't going to go well. They were definitely in their early 20's. The first hint that it wasn't going to go well was her Long Island stretchy pants. She seemed to be trying to explain herself and then she said: Yeah, I have those guys who travel and come into town and I see them. But I've only had 2 boyfriends and they were both jokes...
There's already a couple of hints there that you should walk away, buddy. NOPE. He walked away WITH her. Wtf is the appeal?? Oooohhhh, she's easy! I get it. Guess I would walk away with her too if I knew I was gonna get lucky tonight...
You know what’s really obnoxious? When people come on the train smelling like weed. We know it’s you. It’s pretty obvious. One night I got on the train with my friend and it smelled so strong—even in a packed train. We started talking about it and said “who is it?? We know someone smoked”. This girl totally raised her hand on the train and admitted to it. We all started laughing. I like honesty. Only in New York City...
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