Greetings from Toyland!
It was hell getting here this morning, and i should have followed the omens and stayed home, but like Fredric, I am a slave of duty, and I have an obligation to meet. Something is afoot this morning in Manhattan - could be terrorist nonsense or other madness - but I waited 20 minutes for the bus, which should have been a 10-minute wait at most, and then decided to transfer to the subway at 59th Street because it was getting late. At the subway, the express trains were crawling and the electronic information board announced the next No 1 subway in 5 minutes. It also said the next train was on DELAY. 10 minutes later, the subway pulled in but by rthat time the platform was crowded and a huge group of school kids showed up to board it, There was no way this gimp could board, much less find a seat, so yelling FUCKIT very loudly, I went down another flight of stairs and took the A Train to Penn Station and 33rd.
I cannot do stairs well at all without a great deal of pain and slow movement and I thought climbing up to the sidewalk was going to kill me and I would die in front of the Main Post Office at 8th Avenue. I then walked three blocks to a crosstown street running east, got into a taxi and paid $7.00 to ride 5 blocks. Life is really shit today.