It’s taken me a while to decide how I wanted to start off
with this blog. I mean, beyond the OIP which is by definition obligatory, there’s
just so damn much about New York City to share that it’s very difficult to know
where to begin. So the past few days I’ve allowed myself to collect pictures,
have new experiences, and just see where the stinky winds of this city would
take me. And then out of the blue, inspiration hit me! It hit me square in the
bladder.
Let me paint the picture for you. I’m looking super snazzy
cute with my boots, dark jeans, trendy t-shirt and hipster vest. I’ve made my
way onto the 7 train to head into the city. Until I have a job, I might as well
explore a little, right? Right. Still new to this whole public transit
business, I didn’t have a book or any music on me, so I did what comes
naturally. People watching isn’t weird as long as you don’t stare.
BAM!
The second cup of coffee was a bad idea. We’re only half way
to 42nd Street, and I’m forced to regret my gluttony. Why couldn’t I
have just left it at one delicious cup-o-joe?!
Luckily I’m 23, and the muscles keeping all the urine inside
of my body have not failed me yet. How much will I pay for this statement when
in another 10 years? We’ll see. I was, however, fortunate enough to squeeze
hobble stride (this is an effective method of travel when about to burst) my
way into a Starbucks…this time.
In all honesty, the second cup of coffee is not to blame. I
love you, coffee. Please continue to make my mornings smell so nice and taste
bitterly divine. No! The blame rests squarely on my shoulders. In this frantic
almost catastrophic episode, I learned what may very well be the most important
lesson of all about daily living in New York City:
Before you go anywhere, pee first.
You may not feel like you have to just yet. You might think
to yourself ‘oh, I’ve only got a 25 minute ride, I’ll be fine.’ Perhaps you are
just a polite soul, and you want to give Mother Nature the chance to call you.
Don’t! Before you walk out the door, you better ring that ho up and force her
hand.
Aside from the endless number of ways in which your public
travel times can be messed with, delayed, extended, and obliterated thanks to
the diligent work of so many workers (I’m looking at you 11pm construction
crew), you may not always have somewhere convenient to go once you get to your
destination. Many roadside shops don’t have public restrooms. Most restaurants
and bars have tiny signs saying that only their customers have permission to
pittle there. I’ve been warned by real New Yorkers that a large number of free
restrooms should be considered health hazards and avoided at all cost.
Safe bet? Find a Starbucks or a shopping mall. Those seem to
be pretty well kept and don’t require the purchase of some overpriced entrée to
gain access.
Safest bet? Pee before you leave to go ANYWHERE!
Who knows what might happen when you go downstairs to drop
off some mail? Adventures seem to sweep you away at the funniest times here. So
be prepared, dear reader. Be prepared.
Lesson Learned: Always pee first.
I knew I had really arrived in The Big Apple when, on my first visit to the city, I was walking down the steps to the subway at 49th and 7th to find someone peeing in the corner of the landing halfway down to the platform. But I don't think he'd had too much coffee; I think he was homeless... Words of wisdom, indeed! The City teaches you so many things in such a short period of time, doesn't it?....
ReplyDeleteThe homeless will be a post all on their own. So many things to learn and see! I have a list going on two pages long already.
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