It was raining hard when my flight finally landed in New York tonight, so taxis were scarce.
I waited in line for a solid hour with travelers less adept at adapting to the foibles of the road.
One gentleman was particularly displeased with the turn of events, and proceeded to blame his wife for all the choices she had made that led them to this point.
Oh, and every other word was f@#k.
I hope he has a rotten visit to the Big Apple. And I hope she buys him a dictionary…
And hits him with it.
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“Adapting to the foibles” is such a great description of how to live life in New Yawk. That, and Taco Bell.
Taco Bell! We have one. Only took me 8 years to find it… 🙂