Forgive Me, NYC for I Have Sinned

Alright alright. I feel like it's my moral obligation to admit my ass-holiness. (sorry mom and dad) I was THAT person last Thursday night but TO BE FAIR. I have to deal with about 300 of THOSE people every single day. So whatever. Thursday was my turn.

I hadn't seen one of my friends in what seemed like ages because of this lil thing called work. So as I resurfaced and she returned from vacation, we met up at a bar called Wined Up. So cute right?! We had some drinks and gave big ol' grins to the cute Irish bartender and then carried on our way. My gal pal went uptown and I got to wander my way a few blocks home.

I get to my corner. NO not like the corner that some ladies who work the night shift stand at... like the corner that marks my home is close. I start crossing the street when a cab starts honking at me. I jump back up on the curb and he stops right in front of me. We LITERALLY scream at each other for a bit. Him telling me to get the eff out of the street. Me telling him to learn how to effing drive. Him telling me he has the right away. Me telling him that he is effing blind ... and then... I realize. He had the light and I was in the wrong....

He drives away and I turn around to see a woman clutching her children to which I say "can we just pretend I had the right away?! I can't stand these cab drivers!" She looks all bewildered and shakes her head and says. "Yes. Yes we can."

OOPS.

"Pokemon Go" is the same in every language

Today I went on an 8 mile walk (inspired by the Olympics of course), and as you all know, NYC has quite the diversity. This means no surprise when I say a BAZILLO different languages are spoken. Funny enough as I was wandering north, I kept hearing "pokemon go" sprinkled among all the various conversations... in all the various languages.

As I was starting to wind down my walk I hear quick feet approaching from behind me followed by boys voices yelling at one another... so let me just say that this is just RUDE to do if 1. there's not an emergency and 2. you're not trying to rob me. I quickly move to the side slash turn around to see what is sprinting at me. Next thing I hear is "IS THE CHARIZARD OVER HERE!?! GO GO GO!!" I actually stood speechless for a few minutes and watched as they ran back and forth on 73rd street looking for a nonexistent character. This is me judging.

Don't worry. I'm not judging pokemon go players. I'm judging people who are legit letting it take over their lives.