(Photo Details: Governor's Island, August 2013-Fête Paradiso: A Festival of Vintage Carousels and Carnival Rides)
The only part of New York I hate is Times Square. It's not really New York's fault though. It's just so crowded with tourists that it's hard to get somewhere fast. And get there fast is what I always want to do whenever I find myself going to a jazz club or Broadway show in that neck of the skyscrapers. That and poke my left eye out.
It seems like people only travel in groups around Times Square and they are all looking up as they walk directly into me. And if they are not walking into me, they are just IN MY WAY. I'll pick a subway station an extra 10 blocks away from my destination if it means finding a less populated path--even in high heels. Even in high heels in the rain. Even in high heels in the rain without an umbrella.
So I can identify with the post that one of my favorite readers sent to me after I posted my own attempt to dispel the myth of the rude New Yorker. I'm not sure I would equate cluelessness with rudeness, but I see John Skylar's point in New Yorker's Aren't Rude, You Are.
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