I didn’t call Comcast the next day. I called Time Warner two months later.
And here I am.
After stealing internet for over a year, my neighbor password protected their internet today. I guess I’ll be calling comcast tomorrow.
So I had the bright idea to purchase a rug today (mostly because it was super cheap & I’m pretty broke). The cost of cabbing it home didn’t really appeal to me, so I had planned to lug it through the subway and the 1/2 mile home from my stop. FORTUNATELY my coworker also decided to buy a rug - and she’s my neighbor! Oh, I should mention that work in retail where there are sale rugs apparently aplenty. We decided to split a cab with our rugs in tow.
It’s time to leave, and I wrap up both of our rugs into rolls with handles (I should also mention that I’m a smart cookie). We walk out of the store and attempt to hail a cab. Not an easy feat at five O’ clock before a holiday weekend - in Soho. A black car with a driver and an older gentleman in the back passed by. I told my coworker to go hit on him and see if he’d take us uptown. Once he saw her coming, he lit up like a bon-fire. But he refuted us our ride and we were back to square one.
We decide to walk to the other end of the block where it seemed it would be easier to catch a taxi. Great. My coworker is the age of my mother, literally, and the tiniest thing you’ve ever seen. This means I feel obligated to carry BOTH rugs (another thing to point out is that I’m pretty strong). Both 5’ x 7’ rugs. It was a little more than heavy and still not a single available yellow vehicle in sight.
FINALLY across the street and a bit of the ways towards where we were previously standing sat one lonely cab. VICTORY. Half an hour later I was home safe and with a lovely rug on my shoulder. Later, I’ll even post a picture to prove it.
Yesterday I left work early in order to file my taxes, of course at the last minute of the last day they could be sent. I was set back even further by the fact that I had forgotten a whole form … but that’s not the point.
The point is that I was at the post office waiting in line, and waiting in line, when the guy next to me mumbled something to me about how ridiculous it was that there were only two tellers working on tax day. I of course concurred and added that there were two other tellers sitting there, but they were “closed.” He then proceeded to tell me how his ex-girlfriend always argued that there is nothing wrong with the government and that it works fine. (first of all, if you’re chatting up a lady, you generally should not mention your ex-girlfriend, and maybe not rant about the government within the first five minutes.)
I agreed with him and noted how terrible the DMV runs when we interrupted by some ancient lady shuffling along with her walker asking the cost of a stamp. Myself, not being a post office employee, was unsure of the cost, but this new fella’ blurted out 44 cents. She began fumbling through her change purse - and it was a change purse - for the said 44 cents, so that she could avoid the line and have one of us purchase her stamp for her. I directed her to the window where she could simply purchase the stamp herself AND cut the entire line of last minute filers.
I then was called to the window by one of the aforementioned “closed” tellers. Sixteen dollars later, I was filed and finished with the post office. I turned away from the counter, began to exit when the mumbler stopped me in my tracks declaring that I had dropped this piece of mail. I thanked him in confusion wondering what else I had been carrying and may have let flutter away in my negligence. I stared at the paper as I went on my way. The envelope so slyly had inscribed upon it the mumbler’s name and phone number.
I was shocked, not by the fact that some stranger gave me his number after a five sentence exchange but that this guy was so smooth he never lost a beat. In the midst of him sending his 1040 federal tax claim of to the IRS he casually turned away thoughtfully handed over his numbers and let me go on my merry way.
So now I have to call him. He was just to good.
