first i learned about mayor bloomberg's plan to close traffic on broadway between 42nd and 47th to make way for a pedestrian mall. i really have mixed emotions about this.
on the one hand, this will create more room for the people in my way every morning, lunch, and evening as i navigate my work day. they'll spread out, stop crowding the sidewalks and give me some breathing room. my run-ins should decrease, right? the frequency with which i appear in tourists' photos should decrease, right? i'll stop saying 'are you kidding me?' and 'wtf' and 'motherf***er' all the time, right? (OR will there just be even more of them filling the newly found car-free space?)
on the other hand, it is already difficult to secure a cab when leaving work for the airport or a show...so what happens when the traffic decreases? the benches and outdoor seating sound nice, but i really don't need to eat my lunch while visitors mill about...especially when bryant park is just an avenue and couple of blocks away.
so, there's that.
and then there's this...my dad has been loaning me a spare car the past few months. i can't tell you how much i love this car. my friends love this car. people i don't even know see me in this car and think, i love this car. i live in brooklyn where parking is easy so i never worry about finding a spot. sure i've had a couple of parking tickets, but clearly the benefits far outweigh the consequences.
so imagine my shock and horror when dad says "we've got to talk about the car." he needs it back. i feel sick just typing about this. i was so looking forward to driving the ol' marquis to the beach this summer, girls in tow, windows down, wind blowing my hair. i don't even know what to say...still processing this one.
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