One of the nice things about living in a city with 8 official languages, is that when you’re practicing for your Russian final on the ferry and your friends can’t understand a word of what you’re saying the lady sitting on the next row of seats can offer constructive criticism [in this case, praise].  Where else are you going to find that???

…is not being told by everyone on the train that there is no midnight ferry on Saturday night because we are all happy to see you sprint up three flights of stairs and run across Battery Park, just to sit there for a half an hour in the ferry terminal and smirk at your sweaty, out-of-breath-but-at-least-you’re-not-talking self.

maybe next time, you’re a little less of an ass and will be able to breathe a bit easier.

just sayin’…