“No, then there is the asshole in the restaurant who sent his steak back three times. The first time, it was too rare, which was what he asked for. The next time, it was too cooked. And the third time, it looked too fatty. And then, he never left a tip. Oh, and then there is the jerk on the bus who wouldn’t move so a pregnant lady could sit down, and when I told him to get up, he called me all sorts of names.”
“You were taking the bus?” There was thunder in his voice, and she looked at him in confusion. Shouldn’t he be angrier over the jerk who wouldn’t get off his seat?
“Yeah . . . because I had no luck with a taxi and I had to get across town. Plus, it was raining.”
“You shouldn’t be taking public transport,” he dictated.
“How else am I meant to get around? This is Manhattan. And mos
