Morning Coffee: April 2025

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Monday, April 28, 2025

...and then we weren't...

I had picked out the meme for this morning a few weeks ago. No, though I AM usually up around 3AM, I use the scheduling function on Blogger to automatically post most of my meme content. Today's meme, "Ready! Set! Hate!" somehow feels... a bit close to the bone today.

Husband and I spent the weekend in NYC.

Dinner Friday night at Katz's Deli.

Stayed right around the corner from "The Vessel" in Hudson Yards.

The primary reason was a periodic visit to the New York International Auto Show, at the Javits Center. My other half is contemplating an upgrade to his 10 year-old Nissan Rogue to an EV. We went with the best of intentions; happy, relaxed, contemplative. Had "Early Access" tickets that let us get in and down to the indoor EV test track; got to ride in practically everything of interest on display! Huzzah!

The Volkswagen ID Buzz.

And then after a few hours, we concluded the test drives and went back into the main floor of the ~~nursery~~ ~~playground~~ show. Into throngs of toddlers on leashes and (unsupervised) adolescents, into masses of parents with children for the sole purpose of barging into a line of waiting adults, to set the spawn behind the wheel of a $110k+ vehicle in order to take their photo while the snot locker pushed every fucking button they could find. Happy, relaxed and contemplative rapidly evaporated into... absolute contempt for the parents of these creatures, and for the hoards of unsupervised gangs of 9-13 year-olds who would push into a vehicle (they climbed over my husband, seated in a back seat, to get into one!) to lock themselves in as part of a game. Hatred. Bubbling hatred by the time we realized we had enough. I turned into "That douche bag who told my kid to get outta da cah!" I could not stop myself!

I did use this phrase... a lot.

Each time, just a wee bit louder hoping some parent would get a fucking clue. But nay, nary a clue to be found. It did not have to turn into that. But the level of ...rude was extraordinary. Numbing. There were even a few moments when I contemplated channeling my inner "Spleen" (a.k.a. Paul Rubens) to lay the little bastards to waste, but I held back.

In shows of past, these... types... were always present, but this year, it just felt WAY over the top. Even the vendors realized it was well out of control. But it was the last weekend of the show; all things considered, Mrs. Lincoln, when we left we did feel like we got to see everything we wanted to see and do what we wanted to do.

And... nothing that a pitcher of sangria with dinner at "Mercado Little Spain" afterwards could not undo. ...that and cheese cake with strawberries from Juniors Deli...

We made it home; Acela back to RI. Back to peace. And cats.

Like I said, this morning's meme was a little close to the bone.

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Sorry, my idea of roughing it is when a hotel has less than a 3-star rating and there is no microwave or refrigerator in the room. My idea of "...getting away from it all!" is having someone ELSE cook and clean!