Tourists on Scooters

From August, 2006

So I had to go to the city yesterday for a job interview. Which meant I had to get my tired ass up early in the morning and get dressed up appropriately and spend a lot of time in my car driving through New Jersey into Manhattan. I know, it sounds like a ton of fun.

Not to mention that I had a fairly annoying night before this and at 4am, shortly before I had to wake up I was drunk dialed by a bunch of people, who amazingly enough, knew I had the interview and obviously didn't care. And out of the whole group, there is only one person I can really tolerate and I'm sure she's reading this...so she needs to know that paybacks are a bitch. And unless it's a booty call, I don't care to hear from anyone at 4am. I can wait until morning to find out that "you're really wasted and you love me."

Plus, when I get into the city, of course I can't find any legal parking down town (is down town one word or two?), so I now have to pay to park. And, of course it's only $12 for a half hour, but more than is $20. I don't even need to tell you that of course I wasn't done in under a half hour. Why would anything go right?

Anyway, I digress...the interview goes well and I leave. I get my car out of the garage that just stuck it completely up my ass and I head down Varick Street to the Holland Tunnel. I have to go home immediately because the bank messed up my checking account and none of my bills were going to get paid and I certainly didn't want to wake up next week to a tow truck repossessing my truck.

Now, as I'm going down the street I see something that strikes me hysterical. A group of tourists (they were all wearing matching T-Shirts with their tour group name on the back) and they were all about to go for a ride on little Vespa type scooters that they just rented. There was about 15 of them. And I thought it was so funny because I knew at least two of them would wind up in the ER. Is this mean of me? Seriously though, Manhattan is hard enough to drive a car in sometimes and I've been doing it for years now. And I drive like a lunatic. So how was this poor bunch of people, probably good churchgoers from Montana or something supposed to navigate in between crazed cabbies, buses and trucks? I wasn't hoping for it. I swear. I was just amused by the inevitable. For as funny as I thought it was I've been worried that I'm really just a bitch. Am I?

Oh well, it couldn't have been that bad of me cause my karma's ok. I found out I got the job tonight. And I'd still bet there were a couple of decent injuries. Some stitches needed, maybe a cast or two.