Hm. All day long I’ve heard nothing but Swedish, Portuguese, German, Italian.
What’s with the influx of international tourists?
Don’t get me wrong. It’s a refreshing change from the Spanish and Chinese I hear all day, every day (I should really be fluent by now.) But the irony lies here: I cant find out from one of them…because they don’t understand me! At least the ones I’ve encountered don’t.
I was walking a couple dogs behind a group of three. One grabbed something out of his back pocket and out came his glasses with it…right onto the street. I snatched them up and ran to return them and his response? “Sorry.” I knew what he meant.
I’m sure I could just Google it but I’ve been too busy all day to bother remembering. Even now! I’m writing this post as I’m walking to the subway! The subway…where I won’t have access to the interwebs.
I could do it now before I go underground…meh. I’ll just swim in ignorance for a while. The water’s warm.
So I was supposed to leave the house at 6 but instead I left at 6:25 so I ran to the subway but the R train wasn’t running, so I ran to the next stop eight blocks away then climbed three flights of stairs to the F platform and checked my Next Stop app to see when the train was coming and it said nine minutes so I got on the F train when it finally came and I thought I’d take it to Jay Street but it turns out that the F is running on the A line today between Jay Street and West 4th so I get off at West 4th with plans to switch to the A but the E comes first and only has one additional stop so I hop on the E and take it to Port Authority and run through the station to the 42nd Street/8th Avenue exit and it dumps be right at the movie theater entrance where I rode three escalators to get to my movie companion and then another flight of stairs to get to our seats.