This is not a man with a blog.
What would the NYT ethicist say about cabdrivers who commit traffic violations in order to get you there faster? If you don’t request, induce, or reward him for them, I think he’d say enjoy them as long as you don’t feel you’re endangering yourself or anyone else.
There used to be one of those analog train displays here. Everyone knew the click clack board and I had two long distance relationships that started every weekend under it. The sound of wood and plastic smacking together was linked in a Pavlovian way in my mind to deferred pleasure and release. It’s been replaced…
“what is with you dad? Why would I get there before 2 if I’m taking a 3 o clock train?”
Friends make waiting easy..
All the guys waiting in the ladies shoe department sit and wait on the same bench…
I misss the subway. Unlike DC, it won’t take you to hell. The cool blue light suggests you’re going somewhere colder.
What does it mean when someone’s wearing a mask in public? It means their ebola is acting up again and they are being polite about their blood spurts.
Nothing gets done without Michael.
My poker buddies took a trip to the Foxwoods recently. I can’t actually tell you if the Mashantucket Pequot tribe has all the history they claim, or if they’re just recognized as a tribe in order to have a casino, but it doesn’t really matter. Americans have enough blood on their hands not to quibble…
Occasionally someone tells me to go to Hell. This is what the train to Hell to looks like. Did I need to point out that Hell is a stop on the Red line? No I didn’t think so.