This morning it's a cool 27 degrees with a windchill of about zero at approximately 35 mph. A perfect morning for the F train to be broken down at my stop. After already experiencing the freezing first hand earlier when I decided to start training for the half marathon (more on that later), I knew there was no way I'd make it to the next subway stop on foot.
Well gentiles, Christmas came late this year, as there was an uptown bus--heat a'blazin--waiting for me. Comfortably nestled in a window seat, I was just about to rest my eyes when a large woman boards exclaiming:
AW NAH, AWWW NAH. I AIN'T GOIN DOWN LIKE THAT!11!
I'm assuming this public outburst was directed at the F Train itself. Clearly agitated, the woman sits down next to me as her friend (?) starts to complain about the ratio of raised metro prices in relation to the number of broken down lines. Again, mama exclaims:
GIRL, YOU HAVE LIVED HERE LONG ENOUGH TO KNOW--THAT'S JUST HOW NEW YORK CITY ROLL! .... I like your coat.
This, my friends, is the portrait of a true New Yorker. Accepting of her home's constant berating, medicated and motivated to rise above its challenges, all the while holding an appreciation for winter fashions.
That's just how we roll.