At risk of co-opting another person’s blog, this is completely how I feel in New Mexico. *laugh*
New Yorkers have a reputation for being cool.
Nay, more than cool. I say now, fellas, what’s cooler than being cool? Uh, “emotionally frigid.” Yeah, that’s just about right.
I think we get a reputation for being rude. Well! I’ll grant you this: we’re not effusively friendly, so if you’re looking for that, you might need to stay out of the five boroughs. To say that New Yorkers have their guard up is an understatement.
Like, for instance, if a stranger strikes up a conversation with you on the street that lasts longer than the ten seconds it takes to ask for directions, grab your wallet and your cell phone, because that stranger is distracting you while their buddy picks your pockets.
“Hello, 911? I would like to report a crime in progress. A STRANGER is CONVERSING with me! Also, I’m pretty sure I’ve been mugged.”
But lately, I’ve been…
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