New York Does Suck Sometimes...

I know a lot of people who say they hate New York, and while I can't say the same, there are sure a bunch of things that make my skin crawl. A condition I commonly refer to as "sidewalk hives"- a state of being in which your desire to be farther away from people is inversely proportional to the distance they are from you. Like walking through Union Square at 6 p.m. to get to the subway. There are about seventeen thousand people, you can't turn. You can't stop. You can just trudge along, knowing full well that you just got elbowed in the boob but that there's nothing you can do about it. The resulting anger makes you want to start swinging, but that dude looks like he could take you... Sidewalk hives.

I don't think I need to vent about the trash and dirt everywhere, but today there's a new plague dousing the city - melting ice. Every scaffold in the city is leaking like a faucet, plunking freezing drops of filthy water onto the top of my head when I walk under them, and there's no not walking under them. Lame.

My other pet peeve of the week has to do with laundry facilities. I.E. I have none. If I want to wash my own clothes I have to drag my laundry through the streets of Brooklyn and vie for the few non-"for staff use only" washing machines at the dingy Union Street laundromat or I have to wash my clothes in a bucket in my tub. How modern! How convenient! Instead, I wind up dragging my hefty bag of soiled garments to the Chinese laundry place that's closest to my house where, although probably cheaper than the self-service one, I wind up with shirts with too-short sleeves and pants that make me look like an 8th grade boy who just had a growth spurt. Awesome.

I just didn't want you all to still be so jealous of New York's otherwise fabulousness. ;)