Monday, November 08, 2004
Tommy Tupa
This morning, I had the pleasure of witnessing another confrontation at the crosswalk in front of North Station. This time, a man in his early 30's found himself and his SUV in the unfortunate position of being stuck behind the wall of pedestrians (see entry from 10/29). Like so many others before him, he had put up with it for a while, but then lost all sense of reason, as well as his patience. By the time I got to the crosswalk, SUV guy was helplessly honking at the people in the crosswalk in front of him. I saw an older male pedestrian double back and approach the driver's side, where the window was already rolled down.
Old Guy: (Politely) Sir, this is a crosswalk. It's where people cross the street. You shouldn't honk at them.
SUV Guy: (whining) But I've been waiting here for 10 minutes. I need to get to work, too.
Crossing Pedestrians: (Audible Laughing at SUV guy)
It seems I'm not the only one who takes pleasure in watching this daily drama unfold. When I got on the shuttle parked across the street, there were co-workers pointing out the window and laughing as they watched the SUV guy return to his helpless honking. It's tough to feel bad for someone who works in the city and opts to drive in, which is why we pedestrians seem to bask in the struggle of those downtown drivers.
This weekend was pretty quiet. I stayed in on Friday and went out to the Foggy Goggle on Saturday with Mike, Jimmy, and Jimmy's friend Andy (Sarah and Jenn Hufton were there also, but not with us). I wasn't sure if I was in the mood for going out on Saturday, and I really should have trusted my instincts, since I basically stood against the wall for most of the night once we got there.
On Sunday afternoon, I went to my uncle's 50th birthday party at the Chateau in Andover, then got back to Boston Ave in time for the end of the first half of the Patriots game. During the third quarter, the Patriots used some trickery and had Adam Vinatieri take the direct snap and throw a touchdown pass to Troy Brown, instead of kicking a field goal as the Rams had expected them to do. Immediately after the play, the phone rang -- it was for me.
Rudman: Do you know the only play better than the fake field goal pass?
Brian: Uh, no.
Rudman: Pooch punt!
Brian: (laughing)
Rudman: I have to go now.
That call made me wonder if any other conversation since the invention of the the telephone had ever revolved around the topic of the pooch punt.
I was very excited to find my Postal Service CD last night in the bottom of the newly revamped and stationary booze cart last night, so I got that going for me. Speaking of which, here is the strange story of how Postal Service settled their dispute with the actual U.S. Postal Service.
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Old Guy: (Politely) Sir, this is a crosswalk. It's where people cross the street. You shouldn't honk at them.
SUV Guy: (whining) But I've been waiting here for 10 minutes. I need to get to work, too.
Crossing Pedestrians: (Audible Laughing at SUV guy)
It seems I'm not the only one who takes pleasure in watching this daily drama unfold. When I got on the shuttle parked across the street, there were co-workers pointing out the window and laughing as they watched the SUV guy return to his helpless honking. It's tough to feel bad for someone who works in the city and opts to drive in, which is why we pedestrians seem to bask in the struggle of those downtown drivers.
This weekend was pretty quiet. I stayed in on Friday and went out to the Foggy Goggle on Saturday with Mike, Jimmy, and Jimmy's friend Andy (Sarah and Jenn Hufton were there also, but not with us). I wasn't sure if I was in the mood for going out on Saturday, and I really should have trusted my instincts, since I basically stood against the wall for most of the night once we got there.
On Sunday afternoon, I went to my uncle's 50th birthday party at the Chateau in Andover, then got back to Boston Ave in time for the end of the first half of the Patriots game. During the third quarter, the Patriots used some trickery and had Adam Vinatieri take the direct snap and throw a touchdown pass to Troy Brown, instead of kicking a field goal as the Rams had expected them to do. Immediately after the play, the phone rang -- it was for me.
Rudman: Do you know the only play better than the fake field goal pass?
Brian: Uh, no.
Rudman: Pooch punt!
Brian: (laughing)
Rudman: I have to go now.
That call made me wonder if any other conversation since the invention of the the telephone had ever revolved around the topic of the pooch punt.
I was very excited to find my Postal Service CD last night in the bottom of the newly revamped and stationary booze cart last night, so I got that going for me. Speaking of which, here is the strange story of how Postal Service settled their dispute with the actual U.S. Postal Service.
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