Open Thread

He was more likely an defensive lineman than a tight end. get your mind out of the gutter.

Also, Jogn Rocker, though he didn’t phrase it very PC, was right. There are all sorts of crazies on the train in NYC.

So I’m on the 4 or 5. There are massive delays and overcrowding because there’s a stalled 2 or 3 at [UNINTELLIGIBLE ANNOUNCEMENT]. Guy in his 50s gets on at Wall Street, dressed in a nice suit or overcoat (nice looking, not my type), clearly works in finance or law (you know the type). Guy in his 20s gets on at Fulton, BIG, BIG guy, and tall (yes, I realize everyone is tall to me), heavy, wide guy (what’s the largest football player? Tight End? What do I know, I follow Tom Brady more than the game), wearing a golf cap and BIG, old-fashioned head phones. Tight End starts bitching about the crowding the second he gets on the train. Train gets increasingly packed. Wall Street is minding his own business, not even reading a paper or listening to music. Tight End keeps bitching. They’re on opposite sides of the train, at least 6-8 feet apart. People pour out at Grand Central. Wall Street is facing the platform, waiting his turn to get out. Tight End is leaning against the closed door on the opposite side. Suddenly, Tight End lunges across the car, across the crowd, and with both hands, pushes Wall Street on the back as hard as he can, as if to tackle him. Wall Street falls out of the train and down onto the platform, while Tight End screams, “Don’t ever come near me again, motherf**ker! I mean it! I mean it!”. Everyone, not least Wall Street, is stunned and staring in disbelief at Tight End who has retreated back into the train, but not before I had to walk under his arm to exit, crossing his arms and smiling, clearly very satisfied with himself. Wall Street gets up and hobbles off, clearly shaken. I was going to ask him if he was alright, but Wall Street vanished in the crowd. I started for the street, but then turned back and reported Tight End to the token booth lady, who immediately called it in, because I found the whole incident really disturbing (could’ve been me, could’ve been anyone just minding their business on the way to work).

“Its like eating chinese food with a plastic spoon.”

I always just ask for a fork in Chinese restaurants now. gave up on chopsticks years ago & refuse to be embarrassed by not knowing how to use them.

DH – I haven’t been able to taste any difference. However, poppoing the cork is part of the ritual of enjoying wine, so I avoid screwtops generally.

Its like eating chinese food with a plastic spoon.

ewww – screw top white wine.