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Nov. 11th, 2008 09:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rmWalking to work from the subway this morning, I pass the route for the Veterans Day parade.
Some woman stops a police officer. "What's going on here?" she asks, in that entitled way New Yorkers get -- there's a party or disruption, why haven't I been personally notified.
"Veterans Day," the cop says, clearly non-plussed.
"Oh," the woman says, clearly even more non-plussed.
Really? Really? Could you not tell from the Vietnam-era jeeps on the back of the flatbed you're standing next to (and there are signs labeling them), or the two really pretty girls in their air force uniforms having a coffee behind you? Did you somehow miss the all the guys in their desert fatigues?
Seriously, I know it's early, I know it's cold, and I know most people don't give a crap, but jeez.
Some woman stops a police officer. "What's going on here?" she asks, in that entitled way New Yorkers get -- there's a party or disruption, why haven't I been personally notified.
"Veterans Day," the cop says, clearly non-plussed.
"Oh," the woman says, clearly even more non-plussed.
Really? Really? Could you not tell from the Vietnam-era jeeps on the back of the flatbed you're standing next to (and there are signs labeling them), or the two really pretty girls in their air force uniforms having a coffee behind you? Did you somehow miss the all the guys in their desert fatigues?
Seriously, I know it's early, I know it's cold, and I know most people don't give a crap, but jeez.
