Ikea Adventures

Today, coming back from Ikea on the Ikea Ferry, there was a very large man, who wore a large diamond ring, yelling in Russian. He was with a tall woman with very large breasts, dressed in white jeans and a white shirt and lots of jewelry. When the ferry docked back at Pier 11 at Manhattan, the two got back in line for the ferry, apparently to ride again.

 

Yelling in Russian on the free Ikea ferry

Yelling in Russian on the free Ikea ferry

 

 

Is the economic downturn so harsh that even Russian Oligarchs need to ride free ferries for Sunday entertainment?

Then, on the C Train back, I made a new friend. His name was Steven. And he was my best friend.

 

He was my best friend

He was my best friend

How does a fish get onto the train like that, besides a Metrocard? Who knows! But it was his final dream to visit Manhattan, and he did. His personal story will be resold as Finding Nemo II: Lost in New York.

Oh Steven, I will miss you. But there is that saying about there being lots of fish in the sea. I believe it goes: A stitch in time saves 9.

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