I love New York. I love the constant assault to the senses. I do not love the smell of roasting (burning) chestnuts or old urine in the subway. I saw my first NYC rat yesterday, scurrying along the subway rails (far enough away from my feet to be interesting as opposed to frightening) and survived Macys Super Saturday with a smile on my face.
I purchased a cookie sheet for my BFF and spent 45 minutes returning a top that I never bought. (I purchased a top the day before, but when I looked in my bag later, I found a more expensive and conservative-yikes!-top in lieu of my intended purchase). I made a (successful) effort to be smiley and kind to everyone I met in Macys, even the young man in Housewares who did not know what, or where, a cookie sheet was. I swear this is true. In each of the two lines i was part of, a customer was more helpful than an employee. I am assuming Super Saturday was a dress rehearsal for new holiday workers. I do not think they are ready for Broadway or Herald Square yet.
I also love being home with my cat in my lap. I think he may smell the rat.
I know this comment is a long time after you wrote the post, but it's sincere: I LOVE cats on laps, cats on laps photos, description of the joy of a cat snuggling up and letting you show your affection to it!
ReplyDeleteI was reading on QA about the article on art schools and browsed some blogs, one of the enjoyable features of the list. I recognized your name from the SAQArtique group, too.
Martha
www.marthaginn.blogspot.com