let them suck wind

I really love how the fat cats in upper management at some companies are advising employees to walk or ride bikes to work in the event of the transit strike tomorrow. Mind you, these are the very same people who haven't set foot on the subway in ages. They don't need a contingency plan since they can go about their usual routine -- car service to and fro the office, usually at the company's expense. Either that or they live in the suburbs where the mass transit systems are not affected by the strike.

You can question my "New York grit" all you want but if there's no contract in place come midnight, my ass ain't budging from Brooklyn tomorrow morning. In case upper management hasn't noticed, it's a bit nippy outside, it being December and all. Walking a couple of blocks is rather unpleasant in this weather so hoofing it from borough to borough just ain't in the cards. The suits (and the MTA) can, how you say, suck it.

Normally, I welcome the opportunity to walk across the Brooklyn Bridge. However, I like to do it at a leisurely pace and, you know, when it's not AS COLD AS ALL FUCK OUTSIDE. As it is, the winds blow a gale across that gorgeous span on a summer day when it's hot as balls outside. In July, for example, the breeze provides a lovely and most-welcome respite from the heat. Now I'm no fancy weather expert or anything but I don't imagine those same winds would be nearly as pleasant in fucking December. Call me an overly delicate sort but being slapped in the face by an icy gust and possibly blown off the bridge into the chilly waters of the East River below just ain't all that attractive an option for moi.

Thank God I'm on vacation next week.