"Please drive safely"

Near the intersection where I work there are two lanes and a turning lane for each of the four way stops. Sometimes there are 12 cars stopped at once trying to figure out who is suppose to go next. Needless to say, its a nightmare to drive through. Today, on my way to work a woman was literally STANDING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE INTERSECTION wearing a shirt that says "please drive safely" while dodging cars. I swear, in the 4 minutes near the stop I think that I saw her jump out of 4 cars ways. My question, why put yourself in that situation?! She was literally causing accidents, not preventing them. It makes NO sense!

Maybe if my building was ORANGE

So not many things surprise me anymore. But this did...

As many people know visiting cities (or living in them) cab drivers don't have the best record as being careful or cautious drivers. Just the other day I was walking outside my building when I saw a cab swerve, and go FULL speed into my apartment building. People inside the building compared it to an earthquake. From the outside it looked liked something out of a movie. All I know, based on the drivers I have had in the city I am pretty sure I probably had this driver at one point this summer and I was just more lucky.

Note to drivers, if you see large, 24 story buildings, they dont move easily and shouldnt be ignored.

Space is moneyyy

So, being in this city with a car has taught me a lot about where money is. If I ever have kids, I am not going to encourage them to be a doctor, or a lawyer, or a successful CEO, I am going to encourage them to build tall cement garages. Space is money people. Parking is a rarity and when you do park, you spend big bucks for that 2 hour spot in the low maintance garage. I think the most rediculous parking fee I have seen so far is $53 for 6 hours, and thats one spot, in one BIG garage. So learn from my empty wallet and find some space, and build a garage : ).

GET ME A BOWL!

A few weeks ago I was working a two day wedding, the first night was the Indian part and the second part was the Jewish part. The couple were ridiculously unorganized and forgot half the materials for the Indian ceremony. Being one of the wedding planners, they came to me and said "we need a bowl". The only instructions I was given.

They needed this bowl fast, because the ceremony was to begin in about 15 minutes. So I run into the kitchen and tell the kitchen staff I need a bowl, quickly. They give me a small glass bowl. I take it to the officiant, and he screams "NO! BIGGER!". So I go back into the kitchen and get another bowl. I bring it back to them and they yell louder, "NO! This is for A CEREMONY! PRETTIER!" I wanted to tell them beggars shouldnt be choosers, but I bit my lip. I still dont know what this bowl is for, I even asked and they didnt tell me. So I find a nice size black bowl. I bring it back to them and a friend of the bride tells me it will work. So I leave it on the ceremony stage and walk away, as I turn my back I hear the mother of the bride scream at me NO BLACK! NO BLACK! NO BLACK! So I turn to her and shes holding the bowl almost shaking she is so angry. From her anger, I guess black isnt a good sign in the Indian traditions.

Long story short, and 7 trips into the kitchen later, we had to wrap a chaffing dish in foil. Classy, I know. The bowl was used to wash everyones feet in the ceremony. I just hope they didnt use the dish later that night at dinner...