My boyfriend lives right beside the United Nations building on the East River, so every time some unwanted politician blows into town, we feel the effects more than most New Yorkers. Yesterday morning, I walked out of his apartment building to find a tow truck pulling cars off the street, cops milling everywhere with especially cute and not-at-all-threatening dogs, the sidewalks lined with metal barriers, and 42nd Street blocked off to cars. Which meant that the bus I lazily use to take me the three stops to Grand Central wasn't running.
On one hand, being from Ohio, it still amazes me that my day-to-day dealings could somehow intersect with President Obama's or President Ahmadinejad's. On the other hand, there's no sense in blocking off the street before 9 a.m., and I don't appreciate the MTA's advisement that the buses "may be delayed and/or detoured without notice", meaning they can run or not run willy-nilly.
On the other other hand, it really pleases me to see UN employees in suits and high heels having to walk from Grand Central to the UN building just like the rest of us.
– Katie Ett, unapologeticallymundane.com
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