Lexington Candy Shop.
Rip Off

After about an hour of innocently wandering around the Upper East Side, I gained quite an appetite. When I spotted this cute little diner, my stomach growled, "go eat." So I did. When I sat down, I noticed three of my favorites on the wall and took it as a good sign. Bruce Springsteen, a god among men, was perched next to my left shoulder, looking hotter than ever in the late-eighties picture. Then I spotted Paul McCartney, not my favorite Beetle (George, since you asked), but obviously a true classic. Last but not least, there was Reba smiling down on me like a country angel. I know everyone is too cool to enjoy it, but Reba's show is funny. I swear it is (you'll never believe me, I don't know why I bother).
What I should have registered their smiles as, was: tourist trap. The guy took my question about the Mediterranean turkey burger to indicate that that was what I wanted and quickly threw the patty on the grill. Stuck with this as my order, I got some fries too and a SMALL coke. When I received the bill, my burger was over $8 and didn't even include fries! This is why I never ate at Fuddruckers. If I order a burger that costs more than $2 I want fries with it. Goddamn, is that too much to ask? The bill came out to over $15. I almost puked when I saw the bill. I turned to the guy, "this is ridiculous." He looked like he meant it when he apologized to me twice, but who knows.
Bruce, Reba and Paul betrayed me.
But hey, there'll be other restaurants, so in the words of The Boss, "and that's alright with me."

People are really nuts.

I know that this is common knowledge, but I just am always amazed by the ridiculousness of people. Hey, I know I can't get out of this one, I too am included in this madness. I had to call a car service for this guy, my temporary boss, 6 times before it didn't end up coming. He was down there a total of, maybe one minute before calling up here. I called the car service twice and was on hold and he proceeded to call me back 4 more times within the next 5 minutes.

Mind you, this guy is really nice. Some other, not-as-nice douche made me book a flight for him the other day. I don't even trust my parents to book a flight for me! I just think that it must be very frustrating to have other people do things for you to make your life function properly. Simple shit, too! Anyway, the nice guy yelled on the phone that this was pathetic. I agree, but the whole situation had absolutely nothing to do with me or my capabilities or his. No one was intentionally trying to impinge on his convenience. He maybe wouldn't have been so angry if he was directly expressing his desires to the nasty car lady.

Then I had to investigate why the car wasn't here. It turns out, I think that the service got the car numbers mixed up. Exciting stuff. God help me if this is it for me!