tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15254331.post114904045238427604..comments2024-03-11T03:22:21.852-04:00Comments on Shorty PJs: The Lonely WomanMaryBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02412656596874731198noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15254331.post-1149156063108541462006-06-01T06:01:00.000-04:002006-06-01T06:01:00.000-04:00Yes, I do wonder if I'll develop a shell and stop ...Yes, I do wonder if I'll develop a shell and stop being so polite. <BR/><BR/>I had a taxi-driver yell at me the other day for being too nice. I'd tried to suggest (nicely) that he was going the wrong way (he was) and he didn't latch on to the seriousness of it until he'd tried to dump me at 38th instead of 88th. He told me it wasn't his fault - that a real New Yorker would've been screaming her head off at him. <BR/><BR/>Ah, well. Don't know that I'll ever be able to do that. But I will try to keep walking if another Eleanor Rigby (perfect, Liz!) approaches.MaryBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02412656596874731198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15254331.post-1149149684847919122006-06-01T04:14:00.000-04:002006-06-01T04:14:00.000-04:00There are lots of Eleanor Rigbys about. My son att...There are lots of Eleanor Rigbys about. My son attracts them and I think he got that off me. <BR/><BR/>We were out on a family walk a few weeks ago and an elderly gentleman latched himself onto me. It is sooo hard being naturaly polite! <BR/><BR/>Although his story sounded quite interesting - or would have been if it hadn't been so disjointed!Liz Hindshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04646532093872561703noreply@blogger.com