
"What the fuck?" I asked a small Asian woman in front of the Foodtown.
"Train broken."

Broken! I couldn't believe my ears. I thought Bloomberg was on top of this shit...how could my only means into Manhattan be broken?
I walked over to Church Ave. Surely the Albermarle folks were mistaken. I had total faith that the Church Avenue crew would have the real skinny on how I was gonna get to work. I mean, normally I wouldn't give a rats ass 'bout getting to work, but I had an important deadline I had to meet. So my train was NOT ALLOWED to be broken.

I called Irene for help and we devised a plan to get me to the BK Bridge, where I'd walk into Manhattan and then catch a cab or a train or bus the rest of the way to work. Which was a sweet deal except the buses that went to the bridge weren't coming.
Then I hear rumblings and rumors of an elusive "express bus" that, for $3 extra dollars, will get me into the City. I followed the rumblers and, lo and behold, the express bus into Midtown... that stops RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY JOB!!! How sweet was that??

But I also found this mess- a downed tree, that was apparently mimicked throughout the nabe. MY NABE! Then I heard stuff like "tornado" and "severe flooding" and all I could think was: God, don't let this be the end... I haven't met John Cusack yet...
In the end, I was only an hour late to work, and I got to take a wicked cool nap in my comfy seat of the comfy express bus from heaven. Not bad for a brush with a natural disaster, eh?!
*smooches...soooo glad I still have time to meet John...or do I?*
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It's the end of the world as we know it
And I feel fine...
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