{ let the pirates go first }

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.