There are 4 things that make me feel like I'm really in New York City
- Rats in the subway.
- Bedbugs.
- no space.
- And people talking to me in Spanish.
A middle aged coloured man dropped a $100 note on the ground today and I called out to him to pick it up (this sounds like some cliche movie beginning. Yuck). He thanked me and said he was on his way to the 99cent store. I said, "Wow you could buy 99 things with that". He then began to speak to me in Spanish. I gave him a blank look. He said, "Oh you don't speak Spanish? Where you from? wait don't tell me. I know, you're Polish.". I reply, "No, no I'm not". He then adds, "oh no sorry I got that wrong you're definitely German". I promptly replied, "No I AM NOT. I'm from New Zealand. I moved here recently." He tries to cover his tracks, " oh ok. Wonderful country. Where you livin'? Wait I know you're definitely on the Upper West Side. You feel me?!". Wrong again (thinking to myself). I reply, "No I'm actually in Brooklyn". "oh, ok" he says. "I bet chu downtown Brooklyn hah?". Wrong once again. "No I'm in Bed Sty" I said. He replies, "Fo real girl I live in Bed Sty". Awesome I thought to myself. By that time we reached the 99cent store. Thank goodness.
And I'm out.
Peace, Morgs.
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