My bus ride home was an hour of hell: the original bus, which I boarded at 27th Street was nearly empty, so I settled in for a nice read and ride. Tw blocks later, the driver announced "I got no power," and made us all get off to wait for the next bus, which was packed. Because of traffic caused by construction around 6th and 53rd, traffic crawled up Sixth Avenue. It to 45 minutes or so to clear the mess, and by then the bus was jammed. Who the fat hell are all these people on a noon bus? It's not rush hour yet. The ride home was truly hell, and I got home to find that some parcel post moron, who's not the usual driver who leaves packages at my door or with the super, left me a notice to go to the post office to pick up package.
I can't walk, carry a cane, and tote a package at the same time, much less stand in a long line at the PO because of the idiot manager so i'm literally screwed in this deal. Goddam.