This weekend made it officially summer. I swabbed my head in coppertone and worked mammoth 10 hr shifts on double decker buses. I normally don’t work on weekends, but I really (really) needed the money plus Ann is in at her folks’, so I probably would have felt blue all alone. I had all the winners today — the not-quite-developed-enough 16 year old girls from Georgia with the embarrasingly low jeans; the nutcase 55 year old woman who acts like a child when I tell her that there are no seats available upstairs and, no, she can not stand in the stairwell; the family from Columbia who decide to hold and Algonquin Round Table amongst themselves, right next to where I am standing, throwing me off my game and, if I may borrow a phrase from schoolteachers, keeping everyone else from learning. (No amount of dirty looks will shut up a loud family from Columbia. If there were seats in the back, I would have asked them to move there, but it was a full bus. I have a hard time blocking Spanish out — it was a shitty tour that I gave and it was their fault.)
Anyway. . . um. . .I forget what I was saying. . .but there was a nice group of 20 somethings from Las Vegas that seemed to get all my jokes (I told some good ones — it was the Israeli Day Parade and later they were fireworks. They had to’ve been from the parade because they were going off from right to left. I also told a topical Deep Throat joke that would take too long to setup, and I was also able to make a Grover Cleveland joke!) and on the way home there was a jazz trio out in front of the Crown Plaza that was playing “Giant Steps” and “Autumn Leaves” and not doing a half-bad job at it. On the subway I saw someone in a Homestar Runner T-Shirt and gave him a thumbs up. I wanted to talk to him about Homestar and Strong Bad and The Cheat and Trogdor and fhqhwgads, but he was listening to his iPod so I left him alone.
