It's been one of those days I guess. Here's what happened to me today.

I woke up after a tough night. I, like many others, had watched Grey's Anatomy and was way too emotional. How can a TV show cause such strife!

Anyway, it was pouring down rain. I happen to like the rain, so my mood, although somber from Grey's, was pretty good. I decided today would be a Starbucks day - I try to limit my visits as it gets expensive. But once a week has been nice. I was in need of a grande iced vanilla non-fat latte. And I thought, wouldnt it be great if they messed up the order and gave me a Venti instead of a grande. That's only happened once...probably won't be so lucky.

I pack up all my stuff and head out into the rain. It wasnt so bad because there was no wind to mess with my umbrella. I went into the subway station, paid my fee and started to go down the steps to the platform for the N/R train. The train was there and waiting with doors open. Yay! I'll make it. I hurry down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs stood a large, crazy lookin man dressed in many layers. I instantly had a bad feeling. He was talking to himself. He looked up at me and as I reached the bottom of the stairs, he started playing that I-go-left, you-go-right thing, ya know, where you both keep going the same way and cant get around each other. But the difference was, he was doing it on purpose.

I said, "Excuse me." in a very polite manner. He continued to play the game. I said again, louder "Exuse me please." He didnt budge. I got all NYker on his ass and pushed my shoulder into him to get him to move. He pushed back. My heart is racing! I said "Get out of the way!!" At this point I manage to shoot back to the right of him and scurry past. He's yelling "Fuck you bitch, excuse me? Fuckin bitch, fuckin....etc" I ran to the train and made it on as the doors were closing.

Phew! My heart is pounding. I sit down and take out my Treo to read the news alerts that arrive each morning into my email box. I figured it would calm me down. And it did. Then, at 34th street, on walks an average looking touristy couple. Man and wife, jeans pulled up too high, tucked in flannel shirts, belt, and camera. The man looks at me and points directly at me...and whispers to his wife.

I say to myself, this guy better not mess with me...I'm reeling from the crazy man. He takes out his digital camera, and proceeds to take 3 pictures of me...no flash, but I saw the red light. He has the same camera as me so I know what he's doing. I give him the look of death in one of the photos. And I give the shoulder's shrugged, "what the hell??" look at him and his wife. They do not respond. I'm pissed.

We arrive at 42nd street, my stop. I get up, walk over to the couple, point at them and say "You need to ask permission before you take someone's picture like that." They dont look at me. They stare straight ahead. I go to the door and take one last look at them as I exit and they are still in that pose.

I was so freakin mad walking outta that subway. After I've now had the whole day to think about it, I dont regret what I did. It was very out of the ordinary for me to speak up to strangers. But hell, this is NYC and riding on the subway to work is private time for all of us. And besides, last I checked, you werent allowed to take pictures in the subway for terrorist issues. Maybe they thought I looked strange, maybe they thought I was famous (doubt that!) or maybe they were creeps.

So, I go to Starbucks as planned and you wouldnt believe it. The woman messed up my order and gave me a Venti. No lie!!

I got to work and found out that the person they were going to hire in the position I used to be in....well, the company is cutting back temporarily and we cant hire him/her until mid-summer. What??? I've been working 2 jobs since January and I gotta keep this up. UGH!

Ok, enough complaining. Tomorrow is another day.