I love New York City. I really do. I plan on living here forever. I really do. I like what it has to offer. I like that it "never sleeps". I like that I have the world just a subway ride away. I like that the NYC community is progressive and diverse.
The thing is, I wonder about some of the people in this city. If you have ever lived here, I am sure you have wondered about them too. Now, there are many to ponder, so I am only going to talk about the ones who are terminally angry and perpetually confrontational. I'll even narrow them down to those that have some sort of income that allows them to shop in places like Whole Foods and Bloomingdale's.
There's the skinny old lady who's entirely-grey hair looks like she just stuck her finger in an electric outlet. She is constantly asking the same questions, sampling the same products, and pointing out that we are always moving our product around to confuse her. She always likes to get the last word in. For example, she always buys the same cheese even though she says that the quality has just deteriorated. I told her not to buy it and try something else. She said that she didn't like anything else. So I asked why she would spend her money on something she considered awful. She said because it's the best. I said, "Really." She said... well, she kept talking but I walked away.
Then, there's the middle-aged not very attractive man. To be honest, he may be attractive but since he is such a cunt, we all consider him ugly. He comes in the store at 6:00pm and openly complains that we are too busy. That we let everyone in. That our shelves are always empty. That we leave empty boxes on the floor. He then runs his cart into our shelves, displays, and other customers. He openly complains about the poor quality of our products. Yet, there he is every other day, at 6:00pm, with his red ribbed tank top, and his nasty complexion.
And finally, there's the 20-something slightly-irregular girl. The obviously pampered-by-her-father one who thinks that the world should revolve around her but is quickly realizing that it does not so she tries to gain some control/power by trying to talk down to the staff about some food item she had in some obscure town in Portugal that we should carry if we know what we were doing. Isn't she just going to become the grey-haired bitch I described above?
I guess you can say that this is what makes NYC great. I guess you can. I do believe they have the right to be wherever they want. What I don't get is why they choose to live their lives this way. The City can be very stressful. But you know what, that's what the suburbs are for. Wisteria Lane is just a U-Haul away. Makes me wonder. Later.