um okay so I am bloody swamped this week (was thrown 65 banner ads that I have to create by friday)... my computer crashed about 5 times this evening so I figured both of us needed a rest and will start fresh tomorrow.
so I am on the train. the conductor (very round one. pleasant but way too round a head) just checked the tickets but when he got to me, he said "nice"
? um... was he saying nice because my ticket says MANS'QAN?
did he say nice because I was typing on my treo?
did he say nice because my pink coat, pink scarf and pink handbag matched my pink wallet that holds my ticket?
no idea.
that reminds me of when I was on the elevator today (in same pink ensemble)... and the creepy little delivery guy was leering at me. seriously. so I focused my attention on the television screen that tells the news... still leering. he's the only one on there besides myself...
and he scuttles closer to my side of the elevator... so I give him a firm "hello" with a don't fuck with me eyebrow raise.
he looks at the teevee.
8th floor some messenger woman (totally wacky) gets on. I guess by floor 5 she notice Norman Leer staring at me...
floor 3 was when she said "whatchoolookin' at Paco? you really think you gotta chance with Pinky Lee here? HELLLL NO! I got moruha chance widder den you!"
thankfully the doors opened up at the lobby and I skidaddled to PAX for a salad.... where I wound up running into an old co-worker of mine from methodfive... haven't seen him in 2 or 3 years... and he works half a block away from me...
so that has been my freaky day (add the crazy pakistani family sitting behind me right now from ny to newark to the mix.... effing screaming. all on cell phones. even the 10 year old. ugh.)
now have to switch trains lord only knows what horror awaits me on this one.
::: plunked in on my treO:::
