I'm pretty sure I'm a real New Yorker now...
I was on my way to work this morning...the usual apartment to subway to work
and on my way out of the subway, there was a gaggle of pirates, yes
real pirates, blocking the stairs that I needed to walk up to get out.
I started to walk through them when some guy yelled at me and told me that
I needed to wait for the pirates. What??? I was rushed as I usually am in the
mornings and just wanted to get to work. 20 hot pirates and all I could think
about was getting to work??? What's wrong with me? Am I turning into the girl that doesn't
stop to smell the pirates??? I won't be doing that anytime soon, but next time, I'll let the pirates go first.
