with blogging, like so many other things in life, it's easier to maintain momentum than to get back in the swing of things. but swing i must. lurking in blog world, a non-poster but regular reader, is starting to feel like stalking. my cute sister alluded that "people" wouldn't keep checking to see if i decided to post. before the gardners get knocked off the "blogrolls", here i am. i have some time on my hands and i may even have something to say.
one quick story...
last thursday i headed over to dalton to sub in "discovery" (summer camp science). despite my recent attempt at budgeting, actually pre-budgeting, the down pour justified a few bucks on a cab. like many days over the past year i hop in a gypsy cab, arrive at 91st and 5th, hand up my $20, wait with the door open and one foot on the sidewalk for $13 change, and then dash to school. nothing unusual. at 11:45, a friend and i went out to grab lunch. i hand the cashier a $10 for my slice of pizza and diet coke, and she starts feeling it and looking at the bill funny. at this point, i'm thinking "oh i get it, first day on the job and she just wants to be thurough." then she calls someone over and they're now holding it up to the light and speaking to each other in hushed tones. foot tap, medium sigh, still thinking this is nuts...and then they take out another ten and do a side-by-side for the girl who still wasn't getting it. ta-da totally fake. a little waxier, missing some markings, no strip inside. what!? that cab driver handed my a falsie. bogus and i didn't even know to be suspicious. my friend lent me $10 and my day went on, but i can't help shake my head every time a gypsy cab passes me on the street. it is going to be a LONG time until i trust one of them again.
a post with pictures is coming soon...
