Cold weather makes for colder receptions.
So it seems.
It is always good to get out of the south. Maybe I appreciate it more or maybe I appreciate it less when I leave.
I can attest to the fact bad fashion is not limited to my congressional district. I saw a lovely middle age woman walking around in hooker boots and a mini-skirt at JFK on New Year’s Eve. Sure it hasn’t snowed much this year, but its still in the low 30s.
Aside from that, I notice a general lack of warmness in the handful of hours I spent at the airport. Granted, it is an air port, but it was also the most celebratory day of the year. I tried not to let it get me down, but when we sat for 15 minutes at a restaurant without getting served and some guy yelled at me for not moving the line fast enough at the fast food pizza joint I settled on for my last meal of 2006, I remembered why I don’t (heart) New York.
Sure I can think of a few current and former New Yorkers that I know and love. There down right wonderful people after you crack their hard shells. I guess as I people watched on a bench in the final hours of 2006 I realized why the city makes you hard. Nearly everyone was rude, loud and obnoxious. One guy stood a few feet away screaming into his cell phone “yeah, yeah, and yeah” so many times I though he might be Puff Daddy “rapping.” Maybe looking like a white yuppie is in this season.
If I had to deal with the dirty toilets (where you can find one) the bad attitudes and the overly loud and obnoxious conversations I eavesdropped every day, I’d be pretty hard too. I guess what I’m saying is New York may be the epicenter of western culture, but it isn’t for me. I’ll catch up with yous guys when you move down here and head the condo association.
So it seems.
It is always good to get out of the south. Maybe I appreciate it more or maybe I appreciate it less when I leave.
I can attest to the fact bad fashion is not limited to my congressional district. I saw a lovely middle age woman walking around in hooker boots and a mini-skirt at JFK on New Year’s Eve. Sure it hasn’t snowed much this year, but its still in the low 30s.
Aside from that, I notice a general lack of warmness in the handful of hours I spent at the airport. Granted, it is an air port, but it was also the most celebratory day of the year. I tried not to let it get me down, but when we sat for 15 minutes at a restaurant without getting served and some guy yelled at me for not moving the line fast enough at the fast food pizza joint I settled on for my last meal of 2006, I remembered why I don’t (heart) New York.
Sure I can think of a few current and former New Yorkers that I know and love. There down right wonderful people after you crack their hard shells. I guess as I people watched on a bench in the final hours of 2006 I realized why the city makes you hard. Nearly everyone was rude, loud and obnoxious. One guy stood a few feet away screaming into his cell phone “yeah, yeah, and yeah” so many times I though he might be Puff Daddy “rapping.” Maybe looking like a white yuppie is in this season.
If I had to deal with the dirty toilets (where you can find one) the bad attitudes and the overly loud and obnoxious conversations I eavesdropped every day, I’d be pretty hard too. I guess what I’m saying is New York may be the epicenter of western culture, but it isn’t for me. I’ll catch up with yous guys when you move down here and head the condo association.
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