Working as a freelancer means
my commute is out of bed, down the hallway—with one stop in the bathroom and
another in the kitchen, and back to the room—sometimes to my home office,
depending how “formal” I feel that day. It’s convenient, but I do miss the
daily commute. Not getting pushed around and battered by bad manners and awful
smells on the train, or stuck in traffic on the bus… no, what I miss is the Only in New York moments.
Looking for something else on the blog, I reread this old entry and it made me laugh.
I won’t be getting on a
subway any time soon (or ever, if I can help it) just to witness little
episodes like this, but still: what a treasure trove of delightful exchanges my
fellow New Yorkers have with each other!
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