Remember the Seinfeld episode where Elaine gets in the cab that reeks of killer B.O.?
The smell stuck to her clothes — was even in her mouth — long after she got out of the taxi.
I can do her one better.
After being out of town all week — four cities in four days, two missed flights, and more airplane boxed meals than I care to remember — I excitedly jumped in the cab to get home to my dog. And what was there to greet me?
KILLER FARTS
I say farts (plural) because it wasn’t just one that faded away as I sat there. No, the odor was constant and cloying and seemed to invade every pore of my skin.
Elaine, if you’re out there in your imaginary world, I’m pretty sure farts trump B.O. — I win!
Which means I lose. Oh yes, I lose BIG TIME.
Big hearts, Big Apple
New Yorkers are a the nicest people. I see proof of it all the time.
Take today, for instance.
The wind instantly picked up the bills and scattered them in the street. Did the rude, me-me-me New Yorkers of TV and movies jump upon them and run for it?
Not a chance.
Instead, three people stepped on the loose bills and stood waiting for me to retrieve them. We all shared a laugh as I collected my change and thanked them for their help.
Nice folks. Yep, we’ve got lots of ‘em here in NYC.
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