More Maria Bartiromo

Welcome to the 6^th floor.

Today's contributors are: Ann, Sara, Frank, Billy.

Subject: The MTA is still at it

“Did you see this article on Monday's Times? It's about the Maria Bartiromo ads I was ranting about.”

“No I didn't. Why, did they mention the blog?”

“No, shockingly it seems like they don't read it. It was talking about how most people don't really remember the message, and that they find them annoying.”

“Well, you scooped them on that. You should email the columnist a link to the entry.”

“Isn't that a little tacky?”

“So? Worst case is she ignores you. Email her from the blog email address, it's virtually anonymous then. Did they say they were going to do away with the announcements?”

“No,” Says Sara, looking up from the paper. “Looks like they added Al Roker to the mix.”

“The article wasn't even that good. It likened the spots to a previous ad campaign to have celebrities try to convince taxi riders to buckle up.”

“I heard about that one. Screw the celebrities, let me do the announcements!”

“I think I'd get tired of hearing your voice too. The article mentions Al Roker, but it doesn't mention that they also added one of the 1010wins voices, I can't remember who though. Not driving much I don't listen.”

“At least it's just on the fringe services, not the main subway lines.”

“Still annoying if you're spending any length of time in Penn or Grand Central though.”

“It says they're on a timer, but I've definitely heard it three times in a quick span, and not at all during other times.”

“The other ones were pretty loud and jarring, but the Roker one was actually too quiet. You might not even hear it.”

“Hey Ann, you going to try to do another horrendous job of photoshopping Jose Reyes onto the 7 train image?”

“No, I gave up. The problem was I couldn't find a nice 7 train image online to use. Although if your going to email that post, maybe I should make it better..”

“I said you should email it, not me. You couldn't find the logo? I'm sure there are a million of them on google images.”

“You're welcome to try to do better.”

“Intriguing challenge. Maybe I will..”

Tourist Watching

Welcome to the 6^th floor.

Today's contributors are: Sara, Frank

Subject: Tourist Watching

Sara and I had just gotten coffee at Starbucks and since it was a beautiful day we were just hanging around on the street corner and enjoying our coffee.

“I can't believe you got a hot drink. It's a nice day, but it's still warm out.”

“I just don't like my coffee cold, what can I say? There's a little breeze, so it's not that bad.”

“Did you know they opened a new Starbucks in the LIRR terminal of Penn Station?”

“Another one? Wow. Who would've thought we needed yet another Starbucks.”

“I guess they wanted to open one closer to the 1,2,3 lines. Those poor 7^th avenue travelers had to walk all the way across Penn Station to get their coffee!”

“Woe is them. If they're drinking Starbucks regularly, they may need to burn those extra 12 calories anyway.”

“True. Only fat people take the 3 train.”

Sara snickers. “Ha! You know, standing on the corner talking like this really sets us up to be on Overheard in New York.”

“I'd love to see myself quoted there! My 15 minutes of fame!”

“Ann actually entered us into the headline contest a couple of weeks ago. She got us featured in the 'runner up' section, with a link to our blog.”

“Neat. Well I hope if they quote me, they at least spell my name right.”

“Is there any other way to spell Frank?”

“You never know.”

“I suppose they could give you a stupid last name. Call you Frank Futter or something.”

Frank groans. “And you say Billy makes bad jokes?”

Sara points across the street. “It's a little warm out, why is that woman over there by the newspaper machine wearing what looks like a parka?”

“She must be crazy. She's also eating Tasti D-lite. Who eats ice cream in a heavy jacket during the summer?

“And Tasti D-lite? Eat some real ice cream!”

“You know what I haven't had in a while? Ben and Jerry's. I love me some Phish Food.”

“I'm a fan of the chocolate fudge brownie myself, but I don't recommend we buy any. We're supposed to be being thrifty this week.”

“I know. That's why we only got talls instead of ventis right?”

“True. Although had Billy been working we probably could've super-sized.”

“Did you know Mcdonalds doesn't call it supersizing any more?”

“Yeah. That's old news.”

“Oh. I guess I don't get to Mcdonalds enough.”

“Or you're not paying attention. I'd probably go with that.”

“Thanks. I don't care what they call my food size anyway. Tall, small, supersized, medium, love it.. food is food.”

Sara points to a 20 something guy wandering past with a map. “That guy's come past here twice already. I remember his silly Atlanta Braves hat.”

“Ahh, tourists. He's probably holding the map upside down or something.”

“Think he's looking for Times Square, or the World Trade Center?”

“Maybe he's looking for Penn Station, to head back to Atlanta.”

“Oh well. Maybe if he wanders around New York enough he'll lose the silly Braves hat.”

“The Braves are a joke, I don't know why you still even think about them.”

“I'd be less worried if the Mets could string together a good week here, gain some distance.”

“If everyone that stepped into the outfield stopped exploding, they'd be okay. I'm done with my coffee, I want more though.”

“You addict. I'm only halfway done with mine.”

“Well if you weren't drinking it hot, you'd probably be done. Let's roll; I can make more coffee back home if I want.”