One thing I keep saying about New York is that it makes me laugh. There are so many people, events, outfits, etc. that happen on a daily basis that you just can't help but laugh. I cracked up a few weeks ago at the woman who lost it on the train at this poor little guy who bumped into her. I want ask these people who get crazed by people bumping into them, "Do you know where you are? Do you know where you live? You know, Kansas isn’t has populated as New York. You might want to try living there for a while.”
Then there are the crazy folks. Yesterday I was sitting across from this woman who apparently was talking to a cat, although there was no cat in sight. If you watch The Simpsons then you know the crazy cat lady - bathrobe, hair all crazy, one eye squinted shut - this woman had an uncanny resemblance to the cat lady on The Simpsons sans the bathrobe. Picture her with this high pitched voice, “oh little kitty, you’re so cute.” She was also mumbling this baby talk in this small voice. The last thing I heard her say before she exited the train was, “I hate all people.” Nice!
I’ve also had a guy screaming on the train, “Get off me! Get the f&*k off me!,” a guy who walked down the train telling all the women not to show their figures, and another guy who shuffled through the train opening up all the windows mumbling to himself.
John says that there was a study done some time ago about the heat and how it makes people crazy and/or angry. The study showed that murder rates go up when the temperature reaches 92 degrees. With the humidity in this city, it feels like 92 degrees a lot! Thank God fall is almost here.
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