Category Archives: observations

WHY?

Isn’t owning a dog expensive?

How come everyone sitting on the street on a torn blanket with unwashed clothes, asking for money, ALWAYS has a dog?

Shouldn’t they give it up for adoption? Might make crashing with friends easier, as well as take the load off the money you hardly have.

You can get food and some nutrition. I know very generous people that give up their lunch for you. But what about your dog? What’s he eating?

I will go out on a limb and say I am not a dog person (I know, I am sorry) but I do feel bad for them. What kind of quality of life do they have? They are never perky, barking and happy dogs. They look just as sad as you are. And they are probably hungrier. And a dog should be on grass running around. Not sitting on 48th Street in Manhattan waiting for you to collect enough change to get to whatever city may be written on the obligatory cardboard sign asking for change.

Obviously I am generalizing here. Everyone’s situation is different but I, not a dog person, sometimes feel bad for you, but I always feel bad for the dog.


Overheard

It is amazing how much people want to share. I am in awe of it – when they talk on a phone while in a public place, or on public transportation, where there is nowhere else for people to go.

Obviously there are two sides to every story but I only get to hear one of them. I have heard full on conversations about:

Divorce
A woman getting a divorce talking to who I think was her mom. I know the ex-husband to be is a prick and he is using the kid is a pawn. She has already protected her assets but she was concerned what kind of lies he was feeding his lawyer.

Travel
Two people talking about one of their upcoming trips to Greece to visit friends. One of whom I have to understand was living in the States. What I gathered from the conversation they are living in Greece. Her husband is and I quote ‘a Greek from Greece.’ I guess he doesn’t speak English and even though his wife misses the states, what would he do if they moved here.

Personally, I think there are plenty of opportunities – open a restaurant, write, use existing skills. Of course I have no idea of his background, his skills, his financial situation – but here I am imagining a new life for this man, who I do not know, who may or may not want to come to the States and who, the odds are pretty good, I would never meet.

It’s funny how what I overheard becomes a big daydreaming session for me.


It just knows…

Have you ever taken a look at some of the ads that appear on your Facebook account? It’s all highly targeted using your profile information, likes and interests.

So really, I shouldn’t be surprised that some ads are spot on for my gender (female), my demographic (early-mid 30s), my geographic location (in the NYC area) and interests (travel deals and wine clubs). Others are well, um, not so much.

Advertisers would be happy to know that I click some of the former….and the latter, well they are usually good for a laugh.

If you have any memorable ads targeted your way, please share in the comments below.


WHY? Or HOW do I manage to injure myself?

Who gets hurt by a corkscrew? Oh, that’d be me.

Tried to open a bottle of wine, and instead, I opened my skin. Blood everywhere.

Other harmless kitchen objects that I’ve been able to injure myself with include a toaster oven which caused a burn on my arm and a broken glass resulted in a bloody toe.

What about falling in the street? Because I’ve done that several times.

In just one day last week, I went to get my eyebrows threaded, and instead of the lady putting aloe on my brows, as is normal, she sprayed alcohol on them. Later that day, I walked past a building where the window washers were spraying pretty much at eye level and I walked right through that and to end that day, when I was in the grocery store, getting one avocado, three avocados rolled off the display and landed on my left foot.

I wish I was kidding.


What’s it worth?

I was talking with friends about their recent night out. It was dinner and drinks and it was 60 bucks a person for dinner and drinks. Sounds about right in NYC.

Funny that elsewhere that can get you three meals for a day and a good bed to sleep on. (See: Southeast Asia)


WHY? Won’t you look where you are walking?

I’ve said this before, but I am seeing it more and more. Why don’t people look where they are going? It seems like every time I look I see people reading and typing or playing games on their phones and reading books (yes, real, actual books, crazy, right?!) and Kindles.

Why do I have to watch where they are walking in order to not be wacked in the head or the arm because they aren’t paying attention?! It makes me absolutely crazy. I’m not sure if it’s a result of being cramped in city living for so long, or if I am annoyed that so many times I am the one to fall or trip or stub my toe AND I AM paying attention to where I am going.

Is the material that scintillating, or is it just a (really obnoxious and annoying) status symbol to show that they are so important/busy/rude/oblivious that they don’t have time to pay attention to where they are going?! I just don’t understand what is so important that they can’t look up to watch where they ARE. WALKING.

I have seen people playing games, texting, whatever. Just pull over, like you would in a car, and take care of your business elsewhere. Unless it is a dire emergency, get off of your device, PLEASE!

You heard it here. Young ‘uns — the best industries to get into are carpal tunnel surgeons, eye doctoring and electronic advice addiction counselors. This is what society is coming to. These are going to be major medical conditions in the very near future. And I bet there will be great job security.

If I am walking behind someone at a speedy pace and they are strolling along on your device, I’m going to say ‘Excuse Me’ and if they don’t move, I will whizz past with a ‘Really?’ or a ‘Seriously?’

Why do I have to dodge you, you rude, obnoxious person thinking everyone is going to move out of your way?

I would LOVE to one day jump in front of one of these people and just yell! I realize this puts me in the category of crazy and  I wouldn’t really do this in real life but when I think about it, I love the idea more and more. I’d especially love to just get the reactions on camera. What about to walk in a straight line, so if the rude person won’t look up, they will run into me. Okay, I really wouldn’t do that because somehow, someway, I’d be the one to get injured – elbow in the face, something like that.

I don’t spend much time in a car, but I’d be curious to observe what people do in cars in bumper to bumper traffic on a major highway. Not sure how you express your anger there. Does a car horn do it these days? Especially if they aren’t paying attention to the road – would they even think the horn was for them? Readers who drive…feel free to share what you see…or (shame on you) what you may do.

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Public Transport is Public

The bus I was on earlier this week smelled like maple syrup and celery. An odd mix, but oh, the joys of public transport.

Here’s some of my notable, and probably, common, observations whilst on public transport:

I’ve seen:

A really tall guy on the phone in the outside seat on a bus who won’t get up and makes the other guy, in a business suit, climb over him to get out.

Someone take their shoes off on a subway train. Is this your living room?

People eating meals. Not just a bag of chips, but proper rice and chicken dishes…on the subway.

People setting up music so they can break dance, people selling bags of M&Ms and chocolate bars (in the middle of the summer – melted much?), people clipping their nails and people making out. Yes, all on a subway train.

I know I’ve seen more. And I know you have too. What have you seen that makes you go HMMM?


Vending Machines

Some pondering…

Have you ever had just one dollar on you, you punch the button, your much-awaited snack drops, and then…gets stuck? This is what I think of as I wait for my snack to drop. It’s at that time, I think I should have brought two one-dollar bills, just in case, but I never do.

Or what if you only have one bill, and the machine refuses to take it?

The thing with vending machines is figuring out what’s really popular, so you know it gets refilled with fresh stuff pretty often. You don’t want to get the thing that’s been in there since 1995.

And I’ve always been cautious when sticking in my hand to retrieve my snack…for some reason, I am terrified that there’s a mouse in there. I mean, crumbs get in, it’s warm, it’s the perfect place for a mouse.

Makes you want to go grab a snack asap, huh?


Goings on in the Hudson River

Last night, there was quite a commotion on the Hudson River.

The sweltering temperature had dropped drastically, the Hudson River had whitecaps and it was eerily quiet.

But not for long.

About fifteen boats, some big, some small, some official looking, some not showed up in my view.

The boats were traveling in a circle for a bit. At first it looked like it could have been a search and rescue mission. There were lots of horns honking at various intervals.

Eventually the boats made their way up the river in a procession. They did some more honking.

Then the boats started to go their separate ways.

I guess that was in preparation for this.

As you can see here, a boat with loads of water starting spewing water everywhere.

The boats kept moving farther and farther away from the water spewing boat.

 

And then it was done.

A Google News search shows nothing. My neighbor, who also watched, thought it might be a funeral procession for someone in the maritime industry.

If it was, I hope he or she rests in peace.

If it wasn’t, I’m very curious. I’ve seen a lot of stuff happen on the river, but that whole show was a first.


WHY would you eat THERE?

There’s an A, B, C, D, F rating system for NYC restaurants. Thankfully, my regular lunch stops all received A’s. I’ve yet to see a D or an F.

And, even with that A rating, I’ve still had issues. But even that place still got an A from the Board of Health. The question is, why would someone knowingly eat at a C, or worse?!