there are not many upsides to being on crutches, but one is a commonality with very few other people, which forges a connection, even if only for a brief moment.
most of my other crutch buddies don't materialize into a first name basis, but i nonetheless enjoy our conversations. i had a nice chat with a guy on bleecker the other day, and spent about fifteen minutes talking to a woman in front of grey dog who had just gotten on crutches. lately i've been seeing lots of people on crutches, and for that brief moment that our eyes lock (assuming they've noticed my big fat walking boot which causes a slight waddle), we share that deep sense of frustration that being on crutches entails. then there's the chick i saw crutching toward me on bleecker one day. we did the friendly "we're both on crutches" nod, and continued along. she happened to be at the same bar i was at later that night, and since then i've seen her out a few times. it cracks me up that we never would have spoken in a million years if we hadn't both been on crutches.
in other news i came thisclose to finishing a tuesday crossword, and last week finished my first wednesday! unfortunately i will not be achieving that feat today. damn you quip!
caught up with the non-stop action in 24 earlier today, goddamn this season is fun! question from last week--if the two jeeps were leaving the location at the same time, why could the helicopter only blow one up? wouldn't that badass have enough firepower to shoot down both and ensure the recovery of the football? one person posited that they separated, but it can't take that long for a friggin helicopter to hit one and then swoop over to bomb the other one. jeez. right up there with the mexican brothers talking to each other in english last season.
i mean, i get it. there would be no next few episodes if they didn't have to hunt down the warhead. and it's not like 24 is known for realism. but still, kind of annoying.