It’s midnight and I am riding the L train home to Williamsburg, Brooklyn. The new day is actually my birthday, the first I’ll celebrate after my move back to NYC from Washington, DC. Everything is fresh and new.
Well, the subway isn’t, but New York is home again and I am so happy.
I have just had dinner at Kittichai with two friends. Thai food is not my favorite but I am still in my enthusiastic-about-every-damn-thing phase post-move. I am also committed to saying YES to things, like event invitations and making new friends and accepting dates from just about anyone who asks.
It’s not just the waiting. It’s the heat (often) and the lack of cell service or wifi (always). The lack of available seating (sometimes) and the not-afraid of humans rats, particularly at First Avenue (far too often).
I would add:
24. Subway escalators that are broken more often than functioning. Especially at Grand Central. You’re walking up to them thinking “why so slow, people?” only to get to the escalator and realize it’s not moving and you just have shiny, uneven steps instead.
25. Subway elevators that, when they exist, always smell bad and register temps in the 90-100 degree range.
26. Subway stations without escalators OR elevators such as Bedford’s L station. That way I feel like a jerk for not helping someone traveling solo with a baby stroller. But do you remember how clumsyI am?
27. Apartments with nasty kitchens including those old timey stoves/ovens.
28. Restaurant menus littering my apartment building hallways.
29. That hour or so each afternoon when there are no taxis, anywhere. (Uber was made for this)
New Yorkers, what drives you mad about our mostly-awesome city?