Two for the price of one.

It's INTERN week at our company, so rather than spend my Tuesday diving head first into artistic culture (for free!) or dropping my jaw and burning through camera batteries downtown, I'm working late on a diet of cold coffee and colder food. Don't get me wrong; I love my job...but the timing for both of these events could not be worse. Consider the High Line picture of the weekend.

Ahh, but I digress. I passed the vehicles of two smart-minded New Yorkers cuddling in the same parking space. Imagine how much easier parking must be with one of these little guys. Almost as easy as not owning a car! But alas, mass transit schedules rule my life...

Go for a ride in space.

This eco-friendly "taxi" was parked in Herald Square today. Its driver was in the mood for Mr. Softee (background) and quickly threw his the anti-theft system into action. Notice the black and orange bike lock in the front tire.

Just your typical rockin' Tuesday.

Before traveling for the next 5 days I had no choice but to succumb to the laundry powers that be. I passed this little warning sign over on 4th Street between washes.






(The picture will be uploaded when I'm back home). Next up - Buffalo

What. The. Eff.

I'm a simple man, living amongst eight million others. Instances or events come and go without comment, swept under the categorical rug of "only in New York." The homeless couple selling toothbrushes on the 6 train during rush hour. The hipster begging for a vegan meal in the Village. Public urination. I'm fine with those things. In fact, I appreciate them making my day more colorful than your average suburbanite's. But sometimes, just sometimes, I see something that can’t be left without comment. Gentlemen of the blogging world, take note.

The bathrooms on my office’s floor are some of the cleanest I’ve ever seen. Well lit, cleaned daily, and used by less than 20 people a day. But someone on my floor has official public-toilet-bowl-phobia. Are 12 layers of Grade-A toilet paper really necessary? Are the company provided toilet seat covers not up to snuff? And why oh why can the TP abuser NOT kick the leftovers into the toilet and flush them down?! Seriously, folks. Public toilets might ruin your one-on-one time when it comes to number two, but your ridiculous abuse of the firm’s “Go Green” policy should not ruin mine. It doesn’t help the fact that the culprit uses my preferred stall. Son of a B! Is a passive-aggressive note necessary? You tell me.