I don’t have time to post anything new tonight, but I just came across this post from my “other” blog–written almost exactly a year ago–and thought it funny enough to share:

Tonight on the 48, I sat next to an old man who was wearing a tweed jacket and reading The New York Times with a magnifying glass. He was moving an envelope from line to line to keep his place, the way they taught us to do with bookmarks in first grade. Oh yeah, and he was balancing a rake between his knees.

On the other side of the aisle, two loud, middle-school age girls giggled and shrieked incessantly. The young women were apparently taking part in one of those pregnancy prevention programs they have in sex ed and home ec classes these days–the kind where you have to pretend to have a baby for a day or a week or a month or whatever. In the old days, they used chicken eggs for these experiments. These days, they have battery operated dolls that apparently act just like real babies. Right before we got to my stop, the girls’ mechanical baby started wailing. The girls started wailing right along with it.

[scream] “Omigod–it’s crying on the bus!” [giggle, giggle, giggle]

“I hate this stupid sh*t! [giggle, giggle]

[The “mother” pulls a bottle out of her book bag and shoves it into the wailing doll’s mouth.]

“No! You can’t just feed the m***erf***er. You gotta move it around and sh*t.”

Indeed.