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		<title>SoC #31</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 02:14:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>John</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[As I ran aboard the last Ikea bus leaving NYC, just behind the driver and before he closed the door another passenger proclaimed me &#8220;Lucky, I&#8217;ve been waiting 30 minutes!&#8221; I smiled and shrugged my shoulders and looked for an empty seat went back halfway and my subconscious heuristic chose the skinny asian woman (there&#8217;d [...]]]></description>
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<li>As I ran aboard the last Ikea bus leaving NYC, just behind the driver and before he closed the door</li>
<li>another passenger proclaimed me &#8220;Lucky, I&#8217;ve been waiting 30 minutes!&#8221;</li>
<li>I smiled and shrugged my shoulders and looked for an empty seat</li>
<li>went back halfway and my subconscious heuristic chose the skinny asian woman</li>
<li>(there&#8217;d be more room for my wide shoulders)</li>
<li>I asked if it was free, as I pointed to the seat</li>
<li>didn&#8217;t hear her response but her face indicated approval</li>
<li>I sat and caught my breath as I texted my success at catching the last bus</li>
<li>as we got out of the tunnel the setting sun lit up her side of the bus and I noticed her outfit</li>
<li>typical fall knits and tights and boots, at least that seemed to be what every other woman in NYC was wearing</li>
<li>her attractive face with pulled back long hair completed each other well</li>
<li>but her posture said stay away, crossed arms and legs&#8230;</li>
<li>as I contemplated my best Mentalist skills, I weighed</li>
<li>the risks of exercising my social skills VS her apparent</li>
<li>desire not to be &#8220;socialized&#8221; with</li>
<li>later her demeanor stayed firmly knotted, yet there broke the semblances of a smile on her face as I glanced over</li>
<li>I took the mixed signals to mean she was &#8216;taken&#8217;</li>
<li>but didn&#8217;t see any rings on significant fingers</li>
<li>the lack of traffic brought us to Elizabeth  quickly</li>
<li>only punctuated by 4 texts and 2 phone calls</li>
<li>besides her phone was studded and I couldn&#8217;t figure out</li>
<li>whether she was much younger than I guessed, or why would</li>
<li>a woman have such blingy accouterments with otherwise earthy tones and sensible knits?</li>
<li>alas we disembarked before the perplexity allowed me a chance to break the silence</li>
<li>and I was in the hunt for wood</li>
<li>it reminded me of the reality show on Planet Green</li>
<li>I&#8217;ve been mildly addicted to</li>
<li>they were accumulating firewood for the season</li>
<li>4 groups of people from California to New Jersey</li>
<li>retired factory worker with his daughters</li>
<li>a computer tech, among others</li>
<li>in &#8220;Alaska Experiment&#8221;</li>
<li>a show about how these people will survive a winter in Alaska,</li>
<li>roughing it in some cabins and tents, certainly unplugged and in the wild</li>
<li>lumber turns out to be cheaper at Ikea than I can get at lumber stores in Manhattan</li>
<li>I cruised the aisles and activated memories of short cuts but</li>
<li>the Ikea was under renovation so at the second turn past pots and things I started looking at signs</li>
<li>I arrived at aisle 35 bin 36 and was surprised at the quality of the bed slats, it was labeled unfinished wood</li>
<li>but was much better than what I could pick up closer to home</li>
<li>and this was pretty much cut already to size</li>
<li>OK, I changed my plans a bit, but saved myself some noise and sawdust</li>
<li>now to figure out how much to get&#8230;</li>
<li>I decided on 3 bunches as well as a few other odds and ends</li>
<li>the skill of picking a fast line proved still with me</li>
<li>but there was only twine at the packing table</li>
<li>i was hoping to make a handle from tape</li>
<li>so it took a while to tie it up and fasten a handle</li>
<li>as I worked feverishly a woman and two small children walked by</li>
<li>she was somewhat out of it, but I didn&#8217;t really pause to observe</li>
<li>and instead continued to tie and hope to catch a quick bus back home</li>
<li>as her older child the daughter pulled a sign off the wall and it came crashing down loudly</li>
<li>an Ikea staffer came over quickly and asked her a question but she didn&#8217;t respond</li>
<li>I thought whats with these woman today who seem to not have a voice?</li>
<li>then her boy started to bang a cart into the wall and the table I was using, so I shot her a look of WTF?</li>
<li>she just took my stare and let it glance off her</li>
<li>not even making any attempt to corral her charges at all</li>
<li>I made my final knot and rushed out the door</li>
<li>just past the woman I sat next to</li>
<li>she was on her studded cell phone and she stared up off into the distance as our paths intersected</li>
<li>she towards the returns area</li>
<li>me out into the fresh air</li>
<li>and then I sprinted with cart towards the bus for the second time</li>
<li>and the driver indicated that he had to check if there was any seats left</li>
<li>luckily the woman in front of me was waiting for someone and I heaved the stack of lumber into a free spot and boarded the  bus</li>
<li>the purple colors were spectacular with the setting sun and the golden rays bouncing off downtown skyscrapers sandwiching the blue waters of the Hudson</li>
<li>I thought to myself how timely was my impromptu trip just as we hit tunnel traffic</li>
<li>enough time to review my To-Do list and send a couple texts</li>
<li>I carried the stuff across the long subway tunnel and my thoughts strayed towards that Alaska Show again</li>
<li>I was carrying 30 pounds of lumber to make some furniture</li>
<li>and they were logging and splitting firewood to the tune of 9,000 pounds to survive the winter</li>
<li>I sweated a new understanding of their predicament</li>
<li>just got snookered on a 4x trade, but it was only for dimes</li>
<li>and  I realize that 2 monitors are not enough for all that I want to do</li>
<li>so the new furniture I&#8217;m building which will be part custom bed, window seat, and large work surface with plenty of storage underneath</li>
<li>should allow me a spot closer to my multi monitor setup</li>
<li>and I did de clutter about 100 pounds this weekend</li>
<li>despite the 30 more I brought home.</li>
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