Sep 26 2006
If you’re doing the tourist thing in Times Square this week?
Can I ask you a favor?
Will you please quit taking your digital cameras and aiming them up at all the flashy pretty lights while you walk down the very very crowded sidewalks? Could you watch where you are going, maybe?
I mean, there are throngs of people and I, myself, am only borderline coordinated to begin with. But add in 57 people meandering diagonally while looking upward and filming (and!? talking on the cell phone too!) and you people are destined to send me tumbling onto my cute little pug nose. Seriously.
It’s late, I should be sleeping, but I’m not. I’m sitting here wanting cigarettes. Why is it easy for me to not smoke at home but put me in a hotel and all I can think of is smoking?? It’s been so long and yet when I’m in a hotel alone, I have that stupid, expensive, disgusting habit on my mind. And not smoking (cause I’m not, people… been fighting these urges for many many trips) makes me want to the 1st runner up - eating.
So it’s only natural that I’m frustrated and it would appear I am taking it out on the tourists who insist on walking right in front of me while paying attention to the bright shiny things instead of, oh, where they are walking.
It’s busy tourist season in New York. Hotels go up in cost, the streets around my office are way more crowded than usual. But damn, it’s awesome out there… so alive, so buzzing. I love the smells (except when I hate them) and the noise and the way I can be so alone and anonymous while shoulder to shoulder with all those people. I love that.
It has been a great trip so far. Good stuff, good people.
But, still… if you blindly walk in front of me with your camera, I’ll squash you like a bug. And it probably won’t even be on purpose. Just warnin’ ya….
