Scene and heard

Yesterday was my first day back at work after a 4-day weekend, spent with Susan. We went to visit her ailing parents in Scranton – a good visit, but very sad – then had a couple of days to ourselves, sort of! Truman was with us. Damn! That dog can fart and snore! But he is lovely!

As the day began, I was very tired. I was just about to leave, shortly after 5pm, when my manager related that the overall project manager had requested that I join in a test on the floor of the Stock Exchange. I did this last week also. It is interesting being there, but I didn’t much fancy the 11:30pm end time. But I went. As with last week, they paid for a Limo ride home.

The driver had the ultimate stereotypical Polish Jewish New York accent, the like of which I haven’t heard for years except in joke telling. Wonderful! He had been in the country since 1946, his family having escaped the Nazis in 1940. The initial conversation was interesting and the drive, exactly what you might worst fear from a 70 year old. He didn’t so much merge onto the BQE as force his way into traffic. I heard a screeching of brakes and watched the car behind get to with 2 feet of us. At the same time, the truck in the next lane angrily blasted its horn a couple of times. His conversation then switched to impatient Truck Drivers and how they cause so many accidents. Nothing about his mistake which so nearly caused one! I hope he retires soon and I hope he isn’t the driver next time I have to work late!