Subway Emergency

Flying Fauna

Melissa: "Whoa! That squirrel just flew to the top of that building! ...or maybe it was a pigeon."

It's nice to be wanted, that's all

4th Avenue, between 12th and 13th Streets:
Large, 20-something guy to small, 20-something girl: "Let me get this straight: You don't know a SINGLE gay guy who thinks I'm attractive? Not even one?"

Unnecessary Hostility

B&H customers are forming into a haphazard line as they wait to check out:

Guy #1: “Whoa whoa whoa. Excuse me. Excuse me. Did you...do you think you are ahead of me in line?”
Guy #2: “Well, yeah I—“
Guy #1: “You aren’t. I was over here and you were over there. I was in front of you. You weren't ahead of me.”
Guy #2: “I mean, I just—“
Guy #1: “You’re wrong. You're just wrong, but I’m going to let you go in front of me. Go ahead. Be my guest.”

Music

Me: Oh, and I have another teenage girl song that I totally shouldn't like stuck in my head.
Amanda: Oh? Which one?
Me: Hot N' Cold by Katy Perry
Sam (from another room): That song is AMAZING.

Sorry for the lull

I know we haven't posted much here recently, I'm about to make an effort to pick things back up. I think I'm going to start posting more interactions from my daily life, rather than only things that happened in SpaHa. Being employed really cuts into the time I have to bum around the barrio and witness ridiculous things, so I think widening the scope is the right move here.

It's been pretty quiet around here...

...though since my last post, we had a domestic disturbance that ended with 9 police officers in our building and I got to watch our bathroom ceiling slowly collapse, leaving a 2.5 foot square hole and drywall crap all over our floor.

So, you know, business as usual in SpaHa.