Jessica Schein

Kate Spencer: Mixed Feelings.

katespencer:

I hate New York:

This morning on the B train, a man asleep in a seat with his headphones on fell over —- on the floor! —- twice. His body was flopping all over the place touching everyone around him, getting way too into people’s personal spaces. When he passed out for a third time and began his…

I always miss NYC in the summer. It’s weird, given how much I hated the oppressive humidity and the smells of urine, sewage, and exhaust that accosted my nose during a simple trip to the corner store. But there are some moments that can’t be beat—like one m86 bus ride on a July morning in 1995.

It was already around 90 degrees, which made the morning commuters that much more cranky. I was sandwiched in the back between two men in suits, sweat pouring down all of our necks, when the air conditioner just simply stopped. There was a collective grumble but then the bus driver got a game of trivia going and everyone forgot that we were so cramped and uncomfortable. As we approached East End Avenue the winner was announced—a woman in fifties won a bottle of champagne. Everyone clapped and then filed off, but I filed away that memory in the back of my mind.