Training in NewYorkiness
I accidentally skipped a place in a queue today, pissing someone off. Wasn’t my fault at all. Honestly. In fact they were not listening or paying attention, and milling around rather than looking queuelike. Unfortunately I seem to have acquired a British disease of feeling bad or guilty even when I haven’t done anything wrong. I need to pay a little New Yorker to teach me that rather than feeling bad, I should pause, say “Fuck you lady” and barge her out of the way.
Maybe they could teach me to make bagels too.
Tourist fighting his way off the train: Look, people. You actually have to let us out of the train before you can get on.
Old guy: This is New York, son. A simple ‘Fuck you’ will do.
–Metro, 53rd & Lex
Comment by Grace, January 8, 2007 @ 10:22 pm