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2006-09-01 - 11:10 p.m. Raining in New York City I took a couple of more days due me last week, to get things done in my life apart from work - Except to make sure I didn't hold up anything in my time off, I worked an extra two hours Monday night. I transferred four ten ton lots of Vietnam Pepper from a whse here to a company in Florida, then invoiced thousands of dollars of vanilla beans; then it took forever to drive home since there was a 60-90 minute delay on the bridge from Jersey to NYC. When I got home, I fed The Creatures, poured myself some vodka. The giant German Shepherd pawed at me as I was watching Weeds on Showtime, and the vod spilled & shorted out my remote. So, I took a cab the following day to 23rd Street to get a replacement remote, and OHMIGOD I had the most annoying cab driver! There's this "Passenger Rights" thing facing you when you climb into a NYC cab - "You have the right to request and demand a route"..."You have a right to a quiet ride. No cellphone either handheld or hands-free may be used by the driver". Meant not a thing. "What route?" he asked. "Straight down 2nd Avenue, where we are", I said. He began a diatribe how the FDR would be a "smarter choice". I said, "I drive a car in New York all the time. Just today, I decided to take your cab. If I were driving, straight, down Second, is how I'd go." Well, he turned at 79th Street, and then went up Park, and then began to complain for the next 20 minutes about "Traffic!" "All traffic! Miss, you should have listened to me! You get to destination ten minutes later, no good! Every light I stop, you pay another 10, 20 cents! Some people go to doctor's appointment or important business luncheon and do not listen to me, and arrive late! You have time like this to spare? Aaugh, this traffic!" I said, "Look, it's my day off work, I'm just casually going downtown to exchange my cable tv remote, no doctor's appointment, no business lunch...traffic doesn't worry me, I don't want to argue with you." "Not arguing with you, lady! Just saying I know best way! You waste 10 minutes of your time! Ridiculous!" He was talking on his cellphone continuously in Arabic frantically, then arguing with someone in English about not mailing him some receipt - all the while swerving and honking his horn. After that fun ride it took all of two minutes exchanging my remote at the cable company. Raining badly, so I ducked into a thrift store and picked out two books, one I think I have already, "A Kiss is Just a Kiss", a small photojournal documenting people exchanging kisses in public places; the other, because my glasses were sprinkled with raindrops, I thought was entitled,"Exhibitionism from the sky", which I thought was such an etherial title, I just had to have it...tree formations, from above, that resemble couples making love? NOT! Actually, the title is "Exhibitionism for the Shy - Show off, dress up, and talk hot". It's rather mundane, written by some woman who worked in peep show booths, but some of the acting-out scenarios at the back of the book are pretty funny. Prince/princess - serving maid/boy. Litle Red Riding Hood - the wolf. And, my personal fave, alien - earthling. There's the typical Delivery Boy - Whoever's home, Strangers (on a train/in the night). I sorted and paid all my bills, took the Large German Shepherd Dog for a long walk and some training, and shut off my phone to be in complete silence. I give myself that sweet present whenever I feel the need, and feel no guilt whatsoever.