So, the other day I got on a bus with my NYC instincts on full alert as they always are when the MTA is involved. My radar read - angry crazy woman in the front and crazy but not so angry in the back. I sat in the back. A few minutes later the woman near me started to meow. Not sweet little mewing but a full on howling. I'm thinking I made a wrong decision so I more towards the front. She continues her loud wails and then her phone rings. She has a reasonable, rational conversation. Maybe job related, there are stats stated, decisions discussed and logical pronouncements. Then she hangs up. And low and behold, the meowing commences again. Fortunately I was not too far from my stop. Oh the fun bus drivers must experience every day.
So, when I got to my destination I told my friend about my bus ride. He told me about the time he was on the subway and an elderly gentleman was singing Jesse's Girl. The elderly gentleman knew the melody, but didn't know the real words and sang some gibberish. However he did know one line of the song, which he sang out loud and clear each time it came around and that was - "How can I find a woman like that?" Let's give this man some credit, at least he knows what he wants.
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