Wow, was it cold out this morning. Like, really cold. Like "Screw you, Al Gore you complete bullshit artist" cold. As I was waiting for the bus this morning, I seriously considered quitting my job just so I could stop waiting for the bus and go back to bed. I maintained this thought even when the bus turned the corner and I could see it coming to the bus stop. I didn't stop thinking it until the bus passed the distance threshhold where it would take less time for me to get on the bus than it would to get back into my apartment building. Really really cold.

There's this lady that has the same work schedule as me, and so we end up at the bus stop at the same time about 2 or three times a week. Big Mets fan. I can tell, because every single day, she is bedecked in Mets gear. And I'm not just talking about wearing a baseball cap and being done with it. I'm talking about shirts (often jerseys, but sometimes sweatshirts. If it's chilly she'll wear a Mets spring jacket, artfully left open to show the fact that she's wearing a Mets shirt underneath. Today she was wearing a puffy Mets winter coat), Mets gloves, and hats (for all seasons: baseball caps, woolen hats, and once I think I saw her wearing a blue and orange sheitel). She's a Mets fan and no doubt about it.

I mention it today because, as I was waiting for the bus, crying crystalline tears from the cold, I buried my face in my wifes neck (partially because I love her, but mostly to draw some warmth from her core). As I looked down, I saw our Mets fan, standing next to us, with a pair of tennis shoes. On which she had glued little Mets logos on the side. She is now my favorite person in the city.