The Black Eyed Peas "I Got a Feeling" is stuck in my head this morning, after hearing it twice last night - once at the company holiday party and a second time at the after party. Surprisingly, I didn't drink too much but, not surprisingly, I am late to work nonetheless. I will lose my bet with Colleen, the receptionist, that I can get to work on time despite a very late night out.
At the entrance to the train station, a women with a baby carriage is passing just ahead of me and I rush to hold the doors open for her, and she thanks me profusely for it. It's nice to be appreciated, even for something so insignificant and which any decent citizen would easily have done just as well.
I walk past Jill V. on the platform and board the train when it arrives, taking a seat next to a woman in a full length fur coat and matching fur hat. As if that isn't appalling enough, she is reading a Daily News article on Tiger Woods' sexual preferences. It's one article I prefer not to read over anyone's shoulder.
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