My very own

This morning while on my coffee break, I saw a bird taking a bath in a puddle between two cards in a parking lot downtown.  It was clearly the best bath he’d ever had, and he was very excited about it.  Wish I could get that excited about my shower in the mornings.

While out for lunch (soup from the bagel place), I experienced my very own Overheard In New York moment (edited for those of us who just don’t like those words).

White gangster with child in tow:  F’ers.  F-ing impatient mother-f’ers when I’ve got a two year old….

I presume that a bus left before he was able to catch it. However, he wasn’t running, and he was walking down the wrong side of the street to catch a bus from, so I’m not really sure.

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