Who the f is taking me to my Futral? [P.S. If I were Futral, I'd send for Sieglinde, via a limo.] Long story, short: too cold outside, and no limo; I'm stuck watching Barbara Walters ask "Heaven, where is it? How do you get there?" I know where it is; I just don't know how to get there, with this effin' transit strike.