The weekend can only get better

This trip to New York has not started out as well as the last. My driver is not singing to us, in fact he isn’t even speaking. Some kid asked me to move seats so he could sit with his mom. Fine, sitting next to a stranger as we don’t speak to each other and listening to our respective iPods isn’t going to ruin an already crappy bus trip. However, giving up your seat and then having the woman you gave your seat to tilt her seat back and not even really thank you will give the start of your trip a nice grey cloud.

Fuck, now I really need a cigarette. I hope nobody dies in my soon coming nicotine fit.