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- The traffic. The roads up here are a lot like prison: they're violent and dirty, full of people who could give a shit if you make it where you need to go, and everybody on them says they're innocent (not of murder; just of being total assholes). The only thing people get pulled over for up here is vehicular manslaughter, and that's only if somebody complains. It's insane.
- The people. I've never felt much like a small-town kid until I got up here. A lot of people (not all, mind you) are jerks. They have something to prove, I guess. I don't really know, but Mike and I talked about how they're all just in a big damn hurry up here.
- Gas prices. Just absolutely ridiculous.
- Spanish. I'm not racist. I just want to walk into a restaurant and not have to repeat my order twelve times. I'm sorry.
- Being a Cardinals/Rams apologist. For the most part, they're consistently better teams. The next time I have to say, "I know the Bears were in the Super Bowl last year, but when was the last time they actually won one?", I am going to lose it. Yeah, the Cubs are doing better than the Cards. Who cares? They'll implode in the postseason, just like always.
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Speaking of "in a big damn hurry", someone here yesterday made the observation that last time she was in London, all of the "Door Open" buttons in the elevators were worn off. In NYC, all of the "Door Close" buttons are worn off. It says something about our hurried lives and lack of polite patience, I suppose...
Posted by: Mike Halbrook | August 8, 2007 9:06 AM
Either that, or people in London are in a big hurry to get off the elevator.
Posted by: Jameson | August 8, 2007 10:42 AM