Originally published 1906-12-23

  • glimse@lemmy.world
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    13 hours ago

    The first time I was in NYC, I exited the train station and got turned around. I had printed directions but couldn’t see the cross streets on it so I asked someone which way was north. He didn’t say a word, just spun around and did a two-handed point like a cartoon.

    I walked for several blocks expecting to see the street I had to turn on. After a few blocks, I walked into a real estate office and asked for help.

    Yeah, the dude just fuckin lied. I had been walking west. So I walked another 2 miles in the hot summer sun, really soaking up the aroma of leaking garbage bags piled on the sidewalk. I fuckin hated NYC after that.

    But then I wound up going back 8 years later and it was all right. I don’t love NYC but I don’t hate it anymore (and congrats on graduating to garbage cans lol)