Today, after finally waking up with a massive hangover and making the trek back to Queens from Manhattan, I made it back to Manhattan to Central Park. Met up with some friends from college and basked in the sun and people watched all afternoon. I cannot remember a time that I have seen so many people in a grassy knoll just enjoying themselves. A little kid was having his birthday party at the bottom of the hill and all his friends were having the time of their lives. Nothing better than hearing little kids laugh (in my opinion). As we were chatting, one of my friends told a story about why her boyfriend refuses to take the sub way. He proclaims that the sub way is for poor people who cannot afford a taxi or their own car. As I thought about this, a revelation hit, maybe it is true- I for sure cannot afford to take cabs right now. She continued telling how the one time she forced him to take the subway, there were 2 homeless men sleeping on the subway- SO OF COURSE his point was proven true.
Even if the subway is for poor people, who cares- its get you from point a to point b without traffic jams and you see some amusing things that can only be seen on the sub way. For example, where else would you see a clown with a dozen balloons other than on the subway on the way to work?
Lesson # 5:
Although cabs might be more posh, I take the subway if not only for the stories.
Peace, Love and balloons,
B
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