#36

I consider myself a pretty laid-back person (note: everyone has their moments...I have quite a few...if you only know my moments, you're not going to understand), when I'm on my way home and don't have something incredibly pressing (i.e. left the iron on, or Ben lit the apartment on fire) then I let the traffic happen and don't worry that I don't get a seat, and don't let the rain bother me. On a Sunday, you would figure that most people are in that situation. Just went to church, brunch, whatever and are now heading home to sleep.

I finished the AIDS Walk this afternoon and headed to Best Buy. Then I got on the M7 bus to go home. I figured the route would be detoured slightly and that I'd probably spend more time on the bus, but my foot was killing me (7 miles on a possibly-partially-dislocated foot = pain) and I felt like the bus was the easy, smooth, friendly way to go. Unfortunately, the entire population of bitchville was on my bus. Their Sundays are obviously more stressful than mine. "Why didn't the AIDS Walk just go around the park instead of out of it and across town?" "Why do all these gay people need to be out and about on a Sunday?" "Why do these parades have to happen right in the middle of my bus route?" Obviously, the answer to all of the above questions, is "to piss you off." OBviously. And it's not like their lives are very hard on a Sunday. No. The first woman simply got on the bus because it was raining, not because she was in a hurry. The second woman was on the wrong bus, so that was her own fault, not to mention the fact that she's apparently stupid. And the third woman was lost and trying to find her sister, with no motivation, and with no evident idea of where she, or her sister was...were.

Seriously? Seriously. Are you, as a New Yorker, by definition: impatient, crude, haughty and dense? I didn't think so. I thought, for sure, that us city folk were worth more than that. But please, you keep that up. It makes every other individual feel better as a person.