Okay, I have to throw this out there…

Really, now, who’s bright idea was it to have low flying jets buzz Manhattan. Wasn’t there one person in the room who might have raised his hand and said, “The Blue Angels? Flying over Manhattan? Really? No…no…I love the Blue Angels…those barrel rolls are really cool, but Manhattan, flying low? Really? No…of course not. No reason New Yorkers might get freaked seeing planes flying around Manhattan…sorry…Coffee anyone?”

No one really announced it, or made that big of a deal about it in advance, so a bunch of planes flew low right by Manhattan, cruising along the Hudson, buzzing the tower as it were, and sending neigh on a thousand people scrambling to call 311 as they checked to see if they had three gallons of water in the refridgerator.

Of course, the Air and Space museum responded with respect and concern: “It’s just Fleet Week. Everyone knows it’s fleet week.”

Yes everyone know’s it’s Fleet Week. That’s why all the women I know are busting out the high heels and trim little tank tops that have been waiting ever so patiently in the back of their dressers, and I will be using this long weekend to finally get my taxes done. (Those don’t need to be for a few days, right?)

But…Fleet. Not Squadron Week.

If there were boats flying low over Manhattan no one would have had a problem.