The Amazing Insanity of it All

Back from oblivion, you friendly storyteller has decided to share another post. So most of this blog has been devoted to unfortuneate circumstances that befall me out of some spite by Lady Luck. But every so often, mother nature decides to tip the scales and give you a dose of the most amazing luck. Today Lady Luck decided to waste my entire Good Luck savings in one go. While I was returning a rental car to the airport, I asked them to call me a local cab. I emphasized local because NYC dispatchers have a habit of sending crosstown town cars instead of cabs and charging you extra. To my complete surprise, a stretch limo shows up calling for Shivji. I suppose the driver must have read the look of wtf from my face and said, yeah umm sorry we don't have anymore cabs so this is the same price - where are you going? In the getting into car process I was half imagining that perhaps living in Greek and Italian Astoria had finally came up on me and the Mafia boss was coming to collect, perhaps his goons were waiting inside. But no one was there. I guess its one of those things where when the time comes, I'll get a severed horse's head to remind me that I still owe him for the limo and he's come to collect.

Grr... of the Day

There are several great radio stations that you can listen to on the ride into Ithaca. In fact, it makes you wonder how the boonie-dwellers have such impecable taste. Last year I seemed to think, its probably some really cool college students running some great stations at Cornell and Ithaca College. Except, when I moved in, I realized that those radio stations all disappear about a mile from Cornell and you are left with a choice of crappy western crap or somewhat tolerable soft-rock. This year driving back to NYC, I found myself singing along to some songs that if I sang in Flemo or Thorncliff in Toronto or perhaps anywhere in Brooklyn, I'd probably be shot just for knowing the words. Hrmph.