Upon experiencing passive aggressives' provocations, I said something to management then had myself a brandy and coffee. Settled down. At first, my ears bleed - then someone approached and put it in my face. Told him to take it outside but the idiot was obviously getting off on it. I survived.
But decided to have one.
Something of a memory.
Too many lousy memories.
No need for that!
Something of a memory.
Too many lousy memories.
No need for that!
Once, out on a date, going to Manhattan from Queens on the El, my girlfriend and I transferred from the IRT to the BMT at Queens Plaza. It was winter and she was wearing a white rabbit cover accessorized by a hand muff same matter. I don't recall what I had on but did have a brown corduroy car coat at the time. Fellows never wore hats then - unless way below freezing; balaclavas!
As we stepped onto the train car, there they were. I'd say there were five teachers from the high school we attended. Christian Brothers. They never said hello. They just stared a bit and then looked away. One of them, who's class I had attended, did make eye contact. He looked contemptuous. I was amused. We hadn't a clue about misogyny.
We were on the way to a movie. Sometimes, afterwards, we'd ride the ferry to St. Georges Slip on Staten Island. 'Twas a quarter fare at the time and we'd pass the Statue of Liberty. Pretty good!
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