This morning, my fiancee and I were discussing the horrible post-Sandy situation in Staten Island, how people don't have places to sleep, how kids don't have hot food to eat, and how they're still pulling bodies from houses. Since he's a freelancer and his schedule is a lot less "manically hunched over a laptop for like 11 hours a day" than mine, he decided to spend the day on Staten Island helping out. Except, when he tried to get across the bridge, the MTA bus driver wouldn't take him.
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