When the heat wave breaks, it makes the heat wave worthwhile.

Heard in Payless Shoes on the Upper East Side: "Ezra, put your Crocs on!"

Sunday, service changes by Metro Transit Authority took effect. Two bus lines I use were eliminated and the routes tacked on to two other routes. Because there was a fire down the line yesterday morning, I got off the F train and took the newly re-routed #61 downtown. "Is this bus going to get me to traffic court?" one passenger asked. Over the loudspeaker, the wiseacre driver said, "Traffic court, People's Court, I'm a git you there, don't worry."

Meanwhile, in the seat behind me, a young woman was yelling on her cell, "My daughter said, 'Mommy, why she wash my hair with braids in?' We'll take this to court because that bitch don't know what she's doing. How the fuck she don't know how to take out braids?" Would this case be heard in Traffic or People's court? Doesn't matter, it's still the #61!

Off to shower, then lunch with my sweetie at his favorite lunch place, a Thai restaurant in Manhattan. I shan't name it because I cannot deal with the paparazzi today.