Nothing ruins peace and quiet while you're trying to sleep en route to work like two loud parakeets who look like Mrs. Doubtfire. Talking non-stop until the train literally screeches and drowns their obnoxious voices.
|photo credit: Verbal Misdemeanors|
You're never alone in New York. As you power-walk towards your office, you march to the beat of the garbage trucks honking their horns, being driven by burly Irishmen.
And then, you see your neighbors...a Caucasian female Meth Head with advanced formication sleeping next to her African American partner. Occasionally, they alternate signs: "Pregnant and Hungry" and "Homeless and Hungry."
They've made a nice bed for themselves here and can somehow sleep through the trucks that park right next to them to unload merchandise or prepare for construction on the building they are loitering next to.
Gotta give it to them though, it takes guts to leave your money out in the open like that.
New York, New York!