1. Daily Dose of Samantics
2. There is a nineteen year old girl that frantically runs around the streets of Manhattan with her 18x24 portfolio in hand. She has to take ten classes a semester to graduate on time at a prestigious fashion design school. Not being able to afford renting an apartment there is only one option left if she wants to graduate in four years, she has to commute. Now she is on the same schedule as a majority of neurotic working adults, running on nothing but caffeine and their hatred for the careers. This girls name is Samantha, and this is only a small daily dose of samantics.
3. Examples of things that happen on the commute:
Just saw a group of extremely masculine men walk out of the One
Direction store next to Penn Station. I accidentally made eye contact with one of them and he said, “Girl, do not look at me like that. This is for my sister. Bitches love family men.”
Today some guy thought I was Jen. Jen works at the adult video store near Port Authority, and she was apparently in charge of running some Christmas themed peep show. Apparently she was late for her job because this guy followed me down the street freaking out how I am never on time. When I turned around and he realized I wasn’t Jen we both awkwardly stared at each other and he quietly turned around and ran away.
Homeless guy near port authority was yelling that life is a bitch and then this guy wearing a suit repeated him. Soon enough after that everyone near the cross walks was yelling life is a bitch. I was really hoping that someone would start singing life is a bitch and that people would start dancing. It would have been the best spontaneous Broadway musical ever.
Guy on the bus walks on with a red dress shirt and white bell bottom jeans and the bus driver asks to see his ticket. The guy hands over the ticket and the bus driver looks at it and says, “Sorry this bus doesn’t go to funky town.”
A guy just sat next to me on the bus and assumed I was Jewish. He spent ten minutes talking about how hard it is to find a nice Jewish girl on the bus and asked me what temple I go to. When I responded that I was a member of St. Gabe’s catholic church he got up an moved to the back of the bus. Then the guy in front of me turned around and said “Jesus sure saved you from that guy.” So in conclusion, taking the bus at 1pm might be more entertaining than taking the bus at 7am.