Where else can you get a Falafel, a Bagel, a Croissant and a decent cup of Coffee from some guy standing in a 2'x2' trailer on a street corner.
However, today was extra special... I'm walking down Madison Avenue from my hotel in the Murray Hill area. The morning is bright and clear, with the sun creeping in between the buildings and warming up the sidewalk. The air is still a bit chilly for this Spring morning when this "cute" girl walks in front of me, getting ready to cross the street. I slow down to let her pass in front of me and take her in with a head-to-toe glance. She has her iPod earphones in, a little jean jacket unbottoned, a pink t-shirt top and a flowy white skirt on. Shoulder-length brown hair showing blonde highlights in the morning sunlight. She was cute, you know, nothing amazing about her, just cute.
As she's standing on the corner waiting to cross, she turns her head to her right and leans over slightly and.... BLAWP!!!!
She vomits all over the place.
She takes a step toward the trash barrell on the corner and ever-so-delicately spits into it. The light changes, and she starts crossing the street and about three-quarters of the way across the street...BLAWP!!!! She vomits again. This time, in-stride, not even slowing, she continues to walk toward the other side of the street she gives her mouth a quick wipe and continues to the sidewalk.
Once she reaches the sidewalk on the other side of the street... BLAWP!!!! One more time for the road. This time she reaches up and tucks her hair behind her ear, fixes her headphones in her ear, gives her mouth another little wipe and keeps walking like nothing ever happened.
The best part about this entire episode is not many people even batted an eyelash. The guy driving the Taxi just looked at her as she crossed the street. All of the other people walking alongside her or walking in the opposite direction didn't even notice anything out of the ordinary, they just continued on their way.
This must be an every day occurrance to the "average" New Yorker.
For me, it made me seriously think, what the hell did this girl do last night? Where was the party? Was she with her family getting loaded on Easter Sunday? Or did she recently get knocked up?
More importantly, it also made me question where the hell I was going to get my bagel and coffee this lovely morning.
Other than that little episode, all and all it was a nice morning. Low 60's, sunny, a little breeze and a 99% chance of seeing Projectile Vomiting.
Have a lovely day New York City... just watch out for the vomit slicks on Madison Avenue!!!
There really is No Place In The World Like New York City!
