Hello, old friends! I’m writing to you today from Leeds, England, a city that I now travel to with some regularity for work. Leeds is actually a lovely little city. It’s got great shopping, beautiful architecture, and even the homeless people here call me “love,” which is certainly a nice change from “bitch ass.” That said,…
Nothing makes my heart skip a beat like passing by a couple on the street and hearing that they’re in the middle of a massive argument.
Watching someone run for the bus and miss it is another one of life’s little pleasures.
I really love it when I’m comfortably seated inside a moving cab and I see someone with an anguished look on her face trying desperately to hail a cab.
There’s nothing like watching someone stubbornly refuse to hold on to anything during his subway commute downtown and then crash into a human stranger when the train stops short.