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OK, we all have bad days. But at what point do they add up enough to spending eight hours in line at the DVM to get a vanity plate intended soley to bum out the rest of us?

In the East Villiage, anything can become a canvas. In this case, it's the the trash cans at Stromboli, quite possibly our favorite NYC slice.  

We don't get to many malls these days, but a recent trip to the 'burbs brought us face to face with the real Paul Blart. The guy was actually carding teenagers as they walked into the food court. "I'm gonna need to see some ID before I can let you handle that Blooming Onion..."

NYC still has bike messengers. And apparently this one still has faith in his fellow man. The bike was locked down like Fort Knox while only a bungee cord protected his cargo. And while "bungee" is certainly a funny name for a product, it's only funny 'till someone loses an eye.

I'm sure we weren't supposed to see this one by the manager's station. Translation: "Our store sucks and our customers hate us. So pretend like you care...at least until we pass the next surprise inspection."

This scenic overlook of the Hudson River features an amazing view and a completely random deer head sculpture mounted to a stone wall. Hmm...