Stop Yelling In My Ear

If you know me, then you know how much I cherish my sleeping time on the express bus in the morning. I'm quite sure at one time or another, you've heard me say how I go "right to sleep" in both my morning and afternoon trips. I mean, if I'm being forced to pay 10$ a day to commute, I might as well make the most of it, right?

So with moving and all, my commute hasn't changed much. I still wake up the same time every day and get on the bus the same time, just a different bus from a different stop. The x12 is generally more crowded than my peaceful, often empty x7, but there's nothing I can really do about that. This morning, however, my peaceful rest was shattered by something so horrific, it even rivals filthy obnoxious Russians on their cell phones. It's something that doesn't even stem from annoying fellow commuters, but from the man in charge- the bus driver. I call it "American Idol" syndrome, and it must be stopped.

Allow me to explain. The driver, while plesant enough in his desire to do his job and get his passengers to where they need to be in an expediate manner, suddenly feels the need to utilize the bus' PA system, rarely used in any other instance, turn the volume up to full blast and start announcing upcoming stops, as if on the subway. Picture someone with a bullhorn yelling in your ear "RECTOR ST!" "PARK PLACE!" "CHAMBERS ST!". Like, you gotta be fucking kidding me. And I am not exaggerating when I say it's so loud, it's the equivalent of a yelling through a bullhorn in a small confined space. Also, figure 99% of the people on this bus in the morning are daily commuters on their way to work. WE ALREADY KNOW WHERE THE FUCK WE'RE GOING.

So, in closing, Mr. Bus Driver, I appreciate you trying to help. But please, nobody wants to hear you THAT GODDAMN LOUD.

Other random observation this morning: Seen outside C.O. Bigelow on Sixth Ave "Visit our upstairs cafe seating area- Kosher Organic Vegan". Kosher. Organic. Vegan. I almost don't know what to say to that. I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Although I will say, except for matzohs, I don't see the menu being very extensive. Oy.