Broadway. Ah ,the busy streets of New York. Oh how I love the honking and people yelling at other drivers. A sweet song to my ears. . .sacrasticly of course. What's worst is when it starts raining like a monsoon. CRACK! slow drips and drops from heaven fall quietly but with in a few seconds start to pound as if it was hail. Oh! Fantastic! I spoke too soon! How I love this city! Slowly but surely, we arrive at our patient's place. I know patient sounds wierd, I just prefer such a word instead of victim. Gradually I step my feet out on the side walk, looking to see if any clumsy girls hit me again. I reassure my self and start towards the frount stoop.