Today there was an Occupy Wall Street takeover. I was walking to class and I accidentally found myself in the middle of an OWS march down Broadway. It was insane. Initially I was fine, because they were singing songs and I was like "Yeah! Love me some songs," but then I realized they were angry songs, and I didn't like it so much any more. No worries, I got out. Then after class they had taken over Union Square and I had to weave my way through more protestors and crazies. I stopped in Chop't, which is by the park, and was in line with a bunch of officers who were like "I'm so over this."
Oh and mortification moment of the day: I was walking back to the apartment and this guy just started racing past me and he bumped into me knocking me on the subway grate. I was unfortunately in a skirt, and as I'm standing on this grate a subway passes by...and there was a gust of wind. Thank goodness for Spanx or it could have been even worse. I tried to pull a Marilyn, but I rock sexless over sexiness and deer in headlights over calm. It was bad, so bad.
Really you are going to "claim" you just got swept up in the tide of protesters...I knew this would happen and now you're an exhibitionist too.
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