you know you live in NYC when..

I had another 'only in New York' moment this week.


Right as I hopped on the M8 bus the other day, I realized that I was being watched. You know that feeling, right? When you know someone's looking but you don't want to make eye contact because that'd be even more awkward.. so just act like you don't care and that you're busy but in reality you are just freaked out and furiously scrolling through your contact list?? Yep. It happens all the time here so I've learned to brush it off, but I felt like this particular fella' was burning holes in me with his eyes. 


I finally stopped frantically pushing every button on my phone to look occupied and unbothered looked up and found that I was most certainly being watched. In fact, ole dude took it a step further.. he was DRAWING ME. 

I got all creeped out at first. "UMM. EXCUSE ME. Who does this dude think he is", I thought (I'm a ray of sunshine in the mornings in case you couldn't tell).. "Is he drawing me so he can remember what I look like when he is on the hunt for his next victim?" (listen, people. It's New York City). "I should move to another part of the bus. No, don't move. Yes move! Oh crap, there are no more seats. Ok, Lee, just breathe".


Once I realized I was on a bus and had nowhere to go and that I shouldn't be so stuck up got past the creepiness (and over myself), I started getting into it. In fact, I realized that I was fixing my hair and posing a little. HA!  


You know you live in New York when getting on the bus to work means becoming a piece of art.


home sweet home, 
lee