Could Be Worse
I would complain about what a pain-in-the-ass moving was this weekend (the whole 20 yards down the street), but at least I'm not my sister, who got her toe caught in the escalator at the new SoHo Bloomingdales and had her toenail ripped off, or my roommate, who got hit by a cab walking to the subway this morning, flew through the air, and landed on his back, needing stitches on the back of his head. I hope they both have swift recoveries.
And apparently my roommate's shoe flew off from the impact, and nobody was able to find it... so if anyone discovers a random shoe on the corner of 75th and Amsterdam, please let me know.