When In New York City

What probably lives in the East River.

Why you’re totally content with the fact that your apartment is carpeted.

When you walk down east 27th street and see all of the mobile BBQ pits that have converged on NYC for this weekend’s BBQ Block Party.

In the morning…

When there’s zero humidity, the sun is out, the sky couldn’t be bluer, and you can walk to work without a single bead of perspiration penetrating your shirt: 

…and then someone walks by you and blows cigarette smoke in your face:

Whenever you have to go into the Apple Store at 59th street.

When someone tells you you can’t smoke in Central Park.

When you’re getting ready for work in the back of a taxi.

When someone gets into the elevator and goes to the second floor when they could easily walk.

How you feel when you walk through the excessively long passageway of the 14th street ACE stop.

When you spend $200 in one day bewteen Starbucks, Duane Reade, a mani/pedi/wax, dry cleaning, and/or any other of life’s little neccessities.