Once upon a time, there lived an evil sorcerer called "The MTA". Every other weekend, he would commit heinous fuckery and toy with the mostly good samaritans (not counting tourists) of New York City. It would wield its evil magic through the guise of "construction" and "train traffic", and cause much mayhem and tragical tragedy. This is where our hero, Grace, found herself today; caught between the war of the blue and red line; her Burts Bees war paint shining in the fluorescent lighting.
She had just had a spicy brined margarita, so she was well prepared and determined to see this journey through. With pointy little elbows and tiny sausage legs, she forced her way through the crowd of questionable youths and surprisingly aggressive old ladies to finally make her way on the C train, and soon she was awaiting the A. For twenty minutes. In heels. (Though she be but little, she is fierce.)
After the the battle of the A train, she rushed towards the pits of the shuttle bus of the one, casualties of war gathering before her because they were too busy staring at their phones. She gallantly galloped to the bus and exclaimed "I'm getting on motherfuckers!" and "Pardon me". She had to stand in those painful things they called shoes, but she was standing strong.
She is currently on a very big Mac, drinking some wine and resting her weary feet. She reflected on her battle this afternoon, and took away this;
Sometimes, there will be things you can not control and it will have the power to ruin your day just by the sheer annoyance it causes you, and the frustration of being so powerless. But all you can do is throw your elbows, dive into the fray, and imagine the holy grail that is a glass of red wine awaiting you.
Life is going to fuck you in the ass sometimes, and it doesn't care if you have a hemorrhoid. All you can do is relax and provide the appropriate aftercare.