It was Starbuck's, and I think think the restroom was co-ed, but I could be remembering that wrong. In any case, the worst thing about NYC is the lack of public restrooms.
It was Starbuck's, and I think think the restroom was co-ed, but I could be remembering that wrong. In any case, the worst thing about NYC is the lack of public restrooms.
i like that story....it pretty much sums up the reason for my attitude...and i'm not leaving any money for any offspring of mine....i've seen the way people behave over wills....its disgusting...again it's the human condition....i want i want i want....it's mine!....i deserve it!....ridiculous....life is too short to care about silly things...all i want is to be safe and secure in my old age and i'll take my time doing that
Work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt. Dance like nobody's watching
Co-Ed restroom?!?!?
Oh wait.., starbucks
Yes.., lack of public restrooms is a problem.., but you forget.., I'm a guy.., so I simply protest by pissing all over the place.., wherever my bladder sees fit.. and I can do it in that gentlemanly NASCAR speed so that I can avoid getting hit with a "public urination" charge..
Yes.., they really do need more public restrooms.., not all of NY is like that.., just NYC..
If you can't stop the Wind, then you can't stop the Storm.
See, the way I look at it, these are the best years of my life. Sure, I could bust my butt today so when I'm 40 I can go on a nice vacation. But am I going to enjoy that vacation half so much as I will now? Hell no.
I guess we measure success differently. I look at the CEO with all the money, the beautiful wife and kids, and I shake my head in disgust. He was too busy for his family. Too busy for himself. Yeah, he's got a 7 or more digits resting in the bank, but does he actually enjoy that money?
My dad is fairly well off, yet he's got the same exact problems as everyone else. It's just his house is a little bigger and his car's a little faster. But to top it all off, I don't think he's ever actually enjoyed a day in his life. Not since he was in high school.
God, so atrocious in the Old Testament, so attractive in the New--the Jekyl and Hyde of sacred romance.
-Mark Twain
If people are good only because they fear punishment and hope for reward, then we are a sorry lot indeed.
-Albert Einstein
Speaking of which!
I was talking about this with a couple of people yesterday..
Why do they make cars that can go over the speed limit?
Obviously.., racing cars can go over the speed limit.., but regular consumer cars.., why do they make cars such that they can go over 60mph if the speed limit in most cases is 55-60mph?
If you can't stop the Wind, then you can't stop the Storm.
maybe because not everyone drives a car in a restricted speed zone? manufacturers want to produce the same car in bulk...cost too much to make some cars with a set speed limit and then some with over the speed limit? maybe? in germany the autobahn has no speed limit
Work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt. Dance like nobody's watching
I think it's so cops can give tickets
If you can't stop the Wind, then you can't stop the Storm.
I think the fact that there are so many people in NYC makes it seem more like a rat race than other places. It has a kinetic energy that you can't ignore. But daily life here is what you make of it. You can slow down if you want.
For example my commute is fairly easy and serene. People are somewhat quiet on the trains and I don't have to deal with horrible traffic or a freeway. I usually just read my book and unwind during my trip. Then when I get home to Brooklyn, it's tree-lined streets and kids playing hopscotch.
“Inside every cynical person, there is a disappointed idealist”--George Carlin
Cobble Hill is beautiful. That is close to where I live. It's a neighborhood full of beautiful brownstones and yuppie moms (some call them the stroller mafia). It's a nice oasis away from Manhattan which can definitely get under the skin sometimes.
Sometimes NYC does grate on the nerves, of course. It all depends on my mood. If I'm in a good mood, the energy of the city enhances it. If I'm in bad mood, people engaging in Frotteurism with me on the subway just irks me to no end.
It's hard to get bored here, though...I'll give it that.
“Inside every cynical person, there is a disappointed idealist”--George Carlin
When I was a kid I used to ask that one all the time. If you aren't allowed to go over 60, why the hell make a car capable of it?
This is also one of the reasons I have no interest in fancy vehicles. What's the point in spending all that extra money for something you're never going to use. Guess what, my POS car goes the speed limit just as well as yours.
God, so atrocious in the Old Testament, so attractive in the New--the Jekyl and Hyde of sacred romance.
-Mark Twain
If people are good only because they fear punishment and hope for reward, then we are a sorry lot indeed.
-Albert Einstein
Exactly..
And from an accounting stand-point.. Why pay insurance and interest on a car that's going to depreciate and lose more than half of its value in the first three years? You're still being charged based on the base amount! That's the worst waste of money ever!
You don't have to get a POS car.., but something under $40,000 gets the job done.., no need to spend more than $60,000 on a car..
If you're that bored with your money.., spend it on strippers and young tramps.. don't spend it on a car!
If you can't stop the Wind, then you can't stop the Storm.
I got pulled over last night. Long drive home. I didn't notice him behind me and he was following me for a bit. I was hugging the middle yellow line at like 12:30am because there were construction cones on the right side of the ride... reeeeally close to the edge and plus a couple had fallen over so I didn't want to hit any. And since there was no traffic I figured it wouldn't be such a big deal. Well, as I was driving I couldn't see the shitty white lines in this neighborhood and when I finally saw them I had to swerve to get back in the right spot.
Then I saw the lights. "****," I thought. Apparently the cop liked my answers to everything he asked me because I didn't even get a warning. All I got was a "have a good night."
I don't chase, I replace.