Here’s some stuff I’ve noticed in the last 12 days. Many many things have floated through my head during that time, but some keep on coming back. Ten of them:
There’s no magnet as magnetic as the chick magnet that is being a New York fireman standing on the pavement near his fire engine.
Indecision when ordering a sandwich seems to elicit the same reaction as getting it on with the sandwich maker’s wife next to the cash register. Also, I never feel more British than when I’m saying ta-mah-to and chew-na, rather than ta-may-to and too-na.
There’s always one person who won’t wait for all the alighting passengers to get off a subway train before barging on.
If you’re smoking whilst walking in any park, someone will ask you for a cigarette.
When several people gather near an elevator, someone will always press the button even it’s already illuminated. And if the elevator empties to leave two people standing on the same side, one of them must oh-so-casually saunter to the other side.
You cannot avoid Starbucks here. They are everywhere. I see four of them on my way to the office two blocks away. And, I’m ashamed to say, I’ve used them.
The W hotel’s windows can block all sound except emergency sirens and the echo-y Times Square drift of bloody panpipes.
On any given day I will see at least one person wearing an English football shirt. Usually it’s Man Utd, but I’ve seen a Liverpool, Everton, several Arsenals and two coach loads of Chelseas, who, one assumes, were off to see their pre-season friendly against AC Milan.
Poker seems to be a quite popular televised game here. Err, why?
The mini bar was invented by Satan. Only he would make sure someone never ran out of Pringles.