In Manhattan, there are many ways to occupy your time while waiting for your bus. I usually dip one of my many Starbucks gift cards, just so I might be allowed to use their restrooms. Or perhaps, I'll stop in a hotel lobby and pretend I'm a guest, just so I can change into walking shoes. I've even been known to run through the giant Toys R Us, just so I can experience the joy of running through the giant Toys R Us. Today, however, I chose the Madison Square Garden Borders. Wandering aimlessly through the other travelers, I hopped on the escalator to the second floor. Suddenly, the man on downward escalator spit. Now, I'm not horrified by spit in the normal sense. On a scale from 1 to Tiger Wood's sex partners, it ranks about a four on the grossometer. On the street, in the grass, on a Yankee's fan, all fine! But this man was INDOORS. In a BORDERS! I mean, is nothing sacred? Given it was on an escalator, but still! As I approached the second floor, a serious, gray looking man stood before me.
Man: Welcome to the second floor.
Me: Thank you...glad to be here.
Man: The EXCITING second floor.
Me: No, I can tell...It's the place to be.
Man: Ya think?
Me: I do think.
A tip when trying to find a place to sit and read in the Madison Square Garden Borders...there's never anybody in the Christian Fiction aisle.
Waiting for theatres to call you is like waiting for a cute boy to call you...except a million times worse.
"Me: Hey man, want some fries?
Drunk Irish Dude: No thanks. I'm driving"
