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I drove to Coney Island on Sunday but didn’t quite make it. By the time I got near the beach, I realized that I had made a huge mistake, driving there. Near the beach, it was a massive traffic jam. It’s either the F train the next time (or leaving much earlier). I went to Washington Heights Saturday and went to the newly renovated Hispanic Society of America (155 and Bdwy). Fantastic small museum with amazing Spanish paintings, sculpture and ceramics. Then Latina comida, MMmmm….
Once I was driving on a one way street, van in front of me was stopped in the middle of road. I honked. He didn’t move. I honked again. Nope, he didn’t move. Honked again. Nope, still sitting there. I missed two green lights! I sat on my horn! F I N A L L Y, the idiot decides to move the car over so I can go around him.
I stop at the red light and the van comes up behind me. When the light turned green, I just sat there. Didn’t move. He honked. Nope, I wasn’t moving. As soon as the light turned red, I went thru, leaving the van to wait at the red light.
Sooner or later? I think they each heard it from Mrs. C as they were first entering the world when she was in childbirth (and from me many times after that). But one of their old teacher was 15 feet in front of us so I didn’t want her thinking I was not the perfect parent she surely thinks I am.
“Biff, you should have walked slower or stopped and not moved!”
I definitely would have but the guy, who may have been an asshole but was not dumb, yelled it after he passed and I didn’t have a chance to slow down or stop in front of him. Plus, I’m a little hesitant to play chicken with cars when The Champs are involved, despite knowing they would have thought it was a lot of fun.
In my prime (aka, the old days), I would have run after him and confronted him at the next light. But it’s amazing how a bum hip and two little kids can inspire one to turn the other cheek (NH).
I drove to Coney Island on Sunday but didn’t quite make it. By the time I got near the beach, I realized that I had made a huge mistake, driving there. Near the beach, it was a massive traffic jam. It’s either the F train the next time (or leaving much earlier). I went to Washington Heights Saturday and went to the newly renovated Hispanic Society of America (155 and Bdwy). Fantastic small museum with amazing Spanish paintings, sculpture and ceramics. Then Latina comida, MMmmm….
“Oh and I * drivers more than cyclists!”
I don’t want the * misconstrued.
Meant: I *HATE* drivers more than cyclists!
Oh and I * drivers more than cyclists!
Once I was driving on a one way street, van in front of me was stopped in the middle of road. I honked. He didn’t move. I honked again. Nope, he didn’t move. Honked again. Nope, still sitting there. I missed two green lights! I sat on my horn! F I N A L L Y, the idiot decides to move the car over so I can go around him.
I stop at the red light and the van comes up behind me. When the light turned green, I just sat there. Didn’t move. He honked. Nope, I wasn’t moving. As soon as the light turned red, I went thru, leaving the van to wait at the red light.
[Posing as dibs.] Construction hits 10 year high.
Love the new claymaytion vid, Lechacal. Very cute!
Morning all!
“sooner or later the kids will hear the “F word””
Sooner or later? I think they each heard it from Mrs. C as they were first entering the world when she was in childbirth (and from me many times after that). But one of their old teacher was 15 feet in front of us so I didn’t want her thinking I was not the perfect parent she surely thinks I am.
“Biff, you should have walked slower or stopped and not moved!”
I definitely would have but the guy, who may have been an asshole but was not dumb, yelled it after he passed and I didn’t have a chance to slow down or stop in front of him. Plus, I’m a little hesitant to play chicken with cars when The Champs are involved, despite knowing they would have thought it was a lot of fun.
“There is a coffee shop around the corner from me on 7th Ave that just started serving $12 cups of coffee.”
And the baristas probably still have the gall to put a tip jar by the cash.
“biff, you should have keyed the schmuck.”
In my prime (aka, the old days), I would have run after him and confronted him at the next light. But it’s amazing how a bum hip and two little kids can inspire one to turn the other cheek (NH).
ugh, could iran be anymore ass backwards?
*rob*