Reread that.
Perhaps I should have been celebrating the fact that I can step right outside my building and board free transportation which takes me directly to the subway (the station even has an escalator that I refuse to walk down, because...
Or that I now have doormen. And an elevator (3, in fact).
But no. There I was at 8:31 am, rolling my eyes, tapping my feet, and muttering to myself. Unbelievable.
The girl, apparently, has been taken out of Hell's Kitchen.
(And this post doesn't even address why I didn't get a seat, which was because I was late going downstairs because I took some extra time this morning whining to B about being crampy and not wanting to go to school or work.)
3 comments:
Funny how a runnerr takes the subway, the car, the elevator, etc etc and then goes out and runs. :) I did slow down last week. I only ran 15 miles and this week i have 17 already. :)
I'm with buggy b...
that kills me...c'mon! walk down the escalator!
B
Umm, did you change into an old person? I thought only old people lived in buildings that had shuttle buses.
(And I'm with you on the escalator thing - I swim 2+ miles a day, so my body can use the rest.)
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