I woke up in the dark this morning (not unusual). I didn't turn on the tv because I was in a bit of a hurry and didn't want to get sucked in. I brushed my teeth and got dressed super quickly and ran out the door. I got outside and couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. The guy passing out newspapers at the top of the train station was missing. And my usual Phi Beta Barista wasn't on duty. And then I looked up and saw this:
Yes, that's Park Avenue just below 34th Street. One of the busiest intersections in Manhattan. And then it hit me. Why is this the only vehicle on Park Avenue on Monday morning at 7:25am? Oh right. BECAUSE IT'S A HOLIDAY AND I'M THE ONLY ONE GOING TO WORK.