Picture proof of the wizard on the B train.
Showing posts with label subway. Show all posts
Showing posts with label subway. Show all posts
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
Wizard on the B Train
So, I totally rode the subway with a guy dressed as a wizard this morning. And yes, I took a picture. I figured, if the guy wanted to ride the NYC subway dressed like Gandalf, then he wanted the attention, so I just pulled out my camera and took it. Photo to be posted later.
Do you commute with magical beings? I didn't think so.
Do you commute with magical beings? I didn't think so.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Monday, April 6, 2009
Car Service
Car service is my favorite way to get to work.
When I have to work anywhere other than my office in downtown Manhattan, my boss hands me a magical little piece of paper called a voucher. I call the phone number on the voucher and give them my address, and in the morning when I walk outside, there is a beautiful shiny black car waiting for me!
I climb in the back, say good morning to the driver, who is always very polite and sometimes even charming. Then I settle into the extremely comfortable seat with a sigh of blissful contentment, click my iphone to the Joshua Radin station on Pandora, and commence my driving tour of Manhattan.
My favorite part is always going over the bridges. I like being surrounded by water, the idea that it's always near by. And I still get a flicker of child-like happiness when I get a good view of the Manhattan skyline.
If the drive is long enough and the sun is shining, sometimes I doze off.
Eventually I arrive at my destination - remote and odd thought that destination may be (TW is not springing for the nice real estate in the outer boroughs) - comfortable, happy and wishing we had off site meetings everyday.
Now compare this experience to the hot or cold, hard-seated, sticky, smelly, crushing, crowded, disease ridden experience that is riding the subway.
Uh huh, that's what I thought.
When I have to work anywhere other than my office in downtown Manhattan, my boss hands me a magical little piece of paper called a voucher. I call the phone number on the voucher and give them my address, and in the morning when I walk outside, there is a beautiful shiny black car waiting for me!
I climb in the back, say good morning to the driver, who is always very polite and sometimes even charming. Then I settle into the extremely comfortable seat with a sigh of blissful contentment, click my iphone to the Joshua Radin station on Pandora, and commence my driving tour of Manhattan.
My favorite part is always going over the bridges. I like being surrounded by water, the idea that it's always near by. And I still get a flicker of child-like happiness when I get a good view of the Manhattan skyline.
If the drive is long enough and the sun is shining, sometimes I doze off.
Eventually I arrive at my destination - remote and odd thought that destination may be (TW is not springing for the nice real estate in the outer boroughs) - comfortable, happy and wishing we had off site meetings everyday.
Now compare this experience to the hot or cold, hard-seated, sticky, smelly, crushing, crowded, disease ridden experience that is riding the subway.
Uh huh, that's what I thought.
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