My boyfriend lives right beside the United Nations building on the East River, so every time some unwanted politician blows into town, we feel the effects more than most New Yorkers. Yesterday morning, I walked out of his apartment building to find a tow truck pulling cars off the street, cops milling everywhere with especially cute and not-at-all-threatening dogs, the sidewalks lined with metal barriers, and 42nd Street blocked off to cars. Which meant that the bus I lazily use to take me the three stops to Grand Central wasn’t running.
The Bus Stops for Obama
Filed under funner times on the bus, living in new york is neat
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Our Prime Minister is there, apparently. Probably tweeting about football games under the desk during the UN meeting.
ours is there, he’s the one that looks like Martin from The Simpsons..
You know, 99.99999% of the time, I think it would be super duper awesome to live in NYC.
This is one of the times when I DON’T think that.
On the other hand, it would kind of make me feel glamorous and important to call my friends and family and world-wearily complain that my bus didn’t run because of the leader of the free world.