My garbage man is hot. Really hot. Is that the correct terminology? Should it be Sanitation Worker these days? I can do that. My sanitation worker is really, really hot. It's so nice to see a really hot guy first thing upon leaving my apartment. Looking all foxy grabbing my garbage cans. Ew. that sounded gross. But you know what I mean. So, how does one go about landing one's sanitation worker? Any suggestions? I don't have the first idea about how to do this. I mean, should I leave him sexy notes in the trash? But how will he know they're from me and not one of my apartment mates? And how do I know he'll get my trash each time? Maybe I should just start out by looking good on trash day and hiding in my apartment until I hear the trucks and then leer at him on my way to work? Again, suggestions are welcome. Please.
I also have a hot cop who lives next door to me. So very sexy. Sadly he appears to have a very cute live in girlfriend. Depressing.
I think I'm ovulating.
So, Saturday I met up with Lovey, Iolanthe and Iolanthe's friend at her friend's apartment right off Central Park West for TV and dinner. We ate too much and watched a lot of Charlie's Angels episodes. Including the pilot and one of my favorite episodes ever, Pretty Angels All in a Row. The girls go undercover at an Iowa beauty pageant and it's one of the funniest things ever. Though the pageant song gets stuck in my head for days afterwards. "Hi There/Hello/We're glad that you could show/for the Chrysanthemum Festival Pageant"
Anyway, on the way home the F was all messed up so I took the A to Hoyt-Schermerhorn to switch to the G. Good times. It took forever for the G to Bergen to come through. FOREVER. All the other trains came through. Several times. While I sat there with my iPod and my Entertainment Weekly wondering if I'd make it to bed before 3AM. Finally, the G comes by and the entire platform rejoices. Sorta. We get on the train and the conductor or driver (I think the driver) makes an announcement. "To all the people giving me the finger as we pulled into the station, we were held up at the previous station so the police could remove an armed suspect from the train. We apologize that the train was late so I could risk my life to get to you." Or something to that effect. It was kinda creepy to think that someone was armed and on the train one stop prior, but mostly it just made me laugh. I love New York so much. That a whole platform of people would flip off a late train. That there would be an armed suspect on the train. That the driver would get (probably justifiably) pissy about it and snark to everyone over the PA. So awesome.
I do love the New York MTA Subway PA system. Half the time you can't even hear anyone because it's so crappy. And occasionally the conductor just sounds sad and beat down. But sometimes it's fun. Like one guy on my morning commute. He has a great Indian accent and is so cheerful. He tells everyone to have a great day and gives ALL the details for every stop (transfers and locations and next stops and such). Sometimes he cracks jokes and all. It's nice to hear in the morning when I don't have my earphones in. One time on the way home one of the conductors was asking if anyone was an engineer and if so, could they please hop on the task of creating a working PA system for the MTA. The best, was a personal one. I was sorta seeing a driver/operator on the 1/9 for a while. Which was my regular train. So, sometimes I'd hop on the train he was operating. Actually, my apartment was one stop from the end so every now and then his train would be heading downtown on the opposite side and he'd honk and holler and tell me to wait for his train to come around in a few mintues. Heh. Once I got on the train at the back but saw him and waved as the train was pulling in. There wasn't time before my stop to make it to the front of the train to say hi so I stayed put. But as I was getting off the train at my stop (which he knew was my stop because that's where I almost always got off when I wasn't heading to work) he said, "Bye, Amanda" over the PA. Hee.
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