Escalator

The escalator in the Bowery stop has not been working for a week or so. I usually don't take the escalator anyway, not so much because I am fitness nut who thinks that walking up stairs is better exercise and will start my day out right, which, actually I do, but the majority reason is because I always have to stand uncomfortably close behind someone every time I ride that escalator. The lineup gets pretty intense sometimes.
So the escalator hasn't been working and my bike is broken. I need a new back wheel. The crazy thing about the escalator being broken is that people still line up for it. Escalator stairs are great when you can just get on and have it carry you up those two flights easy as pie, but if that thing is stuck, the stairs aren't spaced right. Its actually much harder to walk up a set of stopped escalator stairs than a set of normal, stationary stairs. I don't know exactly how this works out but I guess for an escalator to work properly the stairs have to have a bit more depth to them. And people still line up for that shit like its saving their lives.
On the corner of Bowery and Spring a slutty looking Asian lady wearing tight black pants and a tiger striped black and white top was picked up by an older Asian man wearing aviator sunglasses driving a flaming red Farrari Testarossa. This was at 8:30 in the morning and I am having a hell of a time coming up with a good back story for that one. It seems so easy and so hard at the same time.

I had a whole other idea for today's entry before I sat down to write it, but this stupid one popped out instead.
I think that other entry idea was going to be too much trouble to write this morning.