A car is useless in New York, essential everywhere else. The same with good manners.
Cute but not so, right? Or at least seriously outmoded. I live about as far from New York as it's possible to get inside the United States but I'm in there a couple of times a year and I find them quite easy to get along with. They're high-energy and brusque but they're predictable and often fair-minded. Hell, they even queue (part about the car is still true, though). Or am I romanticizing?
My friend Ignoto, whose natural venue is 14th Street, observes:
Sounds right to me. On the other hand, since he mentions store clerks, I will make an exception to my New York rule for clerks at d'Agostino's. Way I see it, there were all trained at the retail academy of the Soviet Union.I think we have a different relationship with time.When I moved to Florida I went to buy the paper at the local drugstore, and there was a customer in conversation with the clerk. I had exact change, so I put it on the counter, held the paper up to show the clerk what I was taking, and went on my way. "What's the matter, you in a hurry?" she snarled, clearly offended. All I was doing was saving us time and avoiding having to hurry her customer.