I suppose at some point - rapidly approaching - it will be a bit unseemly for me to continue listening to Weezer's paeans to adolescence as if they are still relevant to my life. Won't it?
People on the MTA are very nice for the most part. I have had folks point out to me that I dropped money repeatedly. The fact that I keep dropping money is a cause for concern, but that's another subject. Today a woman chased me down to give me back the stunning orange and black striped floppy, oversized stocking cap that I have come to love so very much. It had fallen out of my pocket.
These may be small warnings and indicators of a larger problem. It is after all how I lost my cell phone upon arrival to JFK to leave for Istanbul. Fortunately I was flying business class and was able to avail myself of the ree scotch in the Delta Lounge. Mmmmm, scotch. Sure it wasn't a single malt, but it was a decent blend - Chivas. The elixir Bagby referred to as "chee-vuss" on those nighs when his dad foolishly left the liquor cabinet unlocked. All those years ago.
25 November 2008
24 November 2008
Recession, my ass
Someone needs to tell the folks up near where I live that the economy is in the dumper.
I went to the mall on Sunday to try to get a replacement cell phone. Packed. We parked in freakin' Timbuktu and froze our asses off walking to the entrance. This was not kids hanging out either. These were power-shoppers taking no prisoners!
We went food shopping at WalMart as well (Fuck off. Show me someplace else I can get SmartOnes for $2.08 a pop and I'll go there). Packed. I saw a woman pushing one cart and pulling another both so heavily laden they were dropping items as she went. I also saw members of a biker gang in heir leathers stocking up for Thanksgiving, "Did you get the cranberry sauce? And the stuffing?" High-larious.
Gas at $2.25 around me and under a buck nationwide.
Sure unemployment is through the roof, the stock market has lost $2.6 trillion in value since the election of St. Barack the Munificent (something that would be printed in 105 point print above the fold on every paper in the U.S. and be the topic of every single talking head show had Mac won), the Big Three in the Motor City are teetering on bankruptcy, the world is in chaos and the Jets are leading the AFC East.
But in Westchester the malls are hoppin'. Go figure.
I went to the mall on Sunday to try to get a replacement cell phone. Packed. We parked in freakin' Timbuktu and froze our asses off walking to the entrance. This was not kids hanging out either. These were power-shoppers taking no prisoners!
We went food shopping at WalMart as well (Fuck off. Show me someplace else I can get SmartOnes for $2.08 a pop and I'll go there). Packed. I saw a woman pushing one cart and pulling another both so heavily laden they were dropping items as she went. I also saw members of a biker gang in heir leathers stocking up for Thanksgiving, "Did you get the cranberry sauce? And the stuffing?" High-larious.
Gas at $2.25 around me and under a buck nationwide.
Sure unemployment is through the roof, the stock market has lost $2.6 trillion in value since the election of St. Barack the Munificent (something that would be printed in 105 point print above the fold on every paper in the U.S. and be the topic of every single talking head show had Mac won), the Big Three in the Motor City are teetering on bankruptcy, the world is in chaos and the Jets are leading the AFC East.
But in Westchester the malls are hoppin'. Go figure.
12 November 2008
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