So, I got home last night an 11:45pm. I left my work at about 4:30. It stunk! I walked down to Grand Central - closed. Walked to the exprerss bus stops to the Bronx (so the boyfriend could pick me up with the car) - packed buses and lines a block long. Decided I was just going to walk into the Bronx. Well, after a while I realized that I would be by myself with not a hint of light in the middle of the South Bronx. So, I stopped at another bus stop, befriended some guys about my dad's age who lived in the town next to mine, and we eventually walked our way to a bus that took us to the Bronx where the 5 of use piled into our Volvo S40 and my boyfriend dropped them all off. Thank goodness I wore my flat sandals. I was so close to wearing my three inch spiky heels!!!
Thanks for checking on me, ZTAMich!
And as for an onslaught of babies 9 months from now - the shape I was in when I got home, I was in NO mood to procreate!!!!!
Heck, half the people on Long Island didn't get home until this morning!
I have to admit, though, it was fun...I didn't see a violent temper anywhere. Yayyy for New Yorkers who piss me off, but never cease to amaze me!!!