Kiss, kiss, bang, bang
It’s been one of those weeks where the New Yorkiness of New York is bashing you over the head. Repeatedly.
* On a packed Monday morning subway ride, two men nearly come to blows. As they exit (at the same station), we see that both are carrying yoga mats. Yoga, you are doing it wrong.
* Number of subway rides this week with an air cast on my right foot: 10. Number of times someone offered me a seat: 0. Way to live up to your reputation, New Yorkers.
* Yesterday, I passed Michael J. Fox on the corner near my office while a film crew was working on equipment set up nearby. Okay, I may have varied my intended direction after a co-worker had mentioned he was standing there, but anything you heard about me yelling, “Hey, McFly” as I walked by is entirely unfounded.