Grumpety.
The worst part about being a Grown Up is how after you've already had a bad day and you find yourself in spinning class next to a fat guy with loud gas you have to put on your Grown Up Face and pretend you just didn't notice.If you're still a Non Grown Up you can raise your hand and asked to be moved because the boy next to you "smells gross."
Still grouchy from everything I started walking to the subway, humming the song "I Hate Everyone" softly to myself. Just as I got to the chorus ("all the people on the street, I hate you all") someone stopped me and asked if I knew where Waverly Place was. "Its around here." I said. He waited, apparently expecting more information. I turned and looked downtown (didn't see it), and then looked uptown (didn't see it), and then looked downtown (still not there), and then (for good measure) looked uptown again, and looked back at him. "Its that way," I said pointing uptown. "Its that way?" he repeats back, pointing uptown. "I'd give it a 60% chance." I respond. Not a gambling man, he headed downtown to find someone else to ask.
Two blocks uptown I found Waverly Place and turned back to find the guy, to make sure that he found it too. He had his headphones on so I whacked him on the arm and pointed at the sign that said "Waverly Pl." before toddling off on my way, still humming, "oh, i hate you all."
Somewhere, someone is writing on his blog about how he just needed directions, and then this rude, mean girl hunted him down and whacked him on the arm to prove that she had been right. New Yorkers! Crazy!
posted by k. @ 9:35 PM
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