Transit strike, day 3
I left Brian’s this morning to go to the listing broker for our apartment to give him cash for the credit check and some additional information. Unfortunately, my rear bicycle tire was flat. I walked the bike over to Metro Bicycles to get the tire fixed, which took about a half hour. There were a lot of frustrated people in that store.
I rode down to my office to make an appearance and print out paystubs for the apartment application, and spent a few hours here being bitter.
Now I’m heading back up to Chelsea to make another set of keys for Brian’s employee John, who’s staying in my house tonight rather than attempt to make his way to upper Manhattan.
Nikki is going to hold on to the set of keys she has, so she can use the apartment while she’s in town. Her girlfriend Molly is joining her next week; I’m excited about meeting Molly.