The transit strike is on, and while I don't want to take sides, let me say that the transit workers and their union representatives can go fuck themselves.
The starting salary for a subway conductor is $52,000, while the starting salary for a police officer is under $30,000. I'd mention the starting salary for a comedian, but I don't want to upset you anymore than you already are.
Long story short, the strike was interesting, dare I say even a little fun in the morning, but as the day wore on it got more and more tedious and people got more and more frustrated. I haven't seen so many angry people stuck in traffic since the day before we bombed Baghdad.
In other news, I just got a pair of whatever you call those things that just cover your ears from the cold. I guess you call them earmuffs, I don't know why that didn't come to me just then. You see how this strike is affecting me? It's sick.
Think I'm gonna have some soup for dinner. Not with a sandwich, just soup alone. Soup and sandwich isn't really a meal, so said Banya in one of the best episodes of Seinfeld, and here I am having just soup. I guess Banya and I don't agree on this one. We do agree however on comedy about Ovaltine. It's gold Jerry, gold!
Alright, that's it for now, I really need to relax. Think I'll just flick the channels for a few and see what comes up. If I'm lucky I'll see another commercial for "Skating with Celebrities" on Fox. That should help me unwind.
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