Sunday, January 21, 2007
I'm almost a New Yorker
Yesterday morning I walked out of the apartment to see my car, with it's new New York plates, covered in snow. It was such a shocking sight. It didn't seem like it was my car!
I went to the DMV last Wednesday and braced myself for a horrific day. I had to change over my registration from California to New York, but it, along with my title, was in my maiden name. I showed up a 1/2 hour early - before the DMV opened - so I could be first in line. Turns out I was 10th and they made us line up outside of the building in Herald Square. By the time they opened up the doors, there were probably 50 people in line, and we were all frozen because it was 20 degrees and windy outside.
I have never had such a pleasant (minus the waiting in the cold) experience. The lady knew what she was doing and I was out the door at 8:45 with new plates and registration in hand.
I really thought I had turned a new leaf in New York. People are nice! They get me what I need! No hassles! My car even looks like a New Yorker! That all changed last night when Tony and I were coming back from New Jersey. We tried driving through the EZ-pass lane, as usual, at the Holland Tunnel. The light didn't say to go, so we waited and asked the toll booth attendant what was wrong. This is what transpired:
Attendant: It's broken.
Tony: What's broken?
Attendant: It's broken.
Tony: Is it my EZ-pass or your machine? Do I need to pay you?
Attendant: (ignores Tony)
Tony: (getting angry) Do I need to pay you? Here's the money.
Attendant: I told you it's broken. (Turns around and sits in her booth while people honk at us.)
What the hell kind of attitude is this?!? At this point a police officer comes over to give us a hard time. Tony had to physically get out of the car and walk over to the attendant's little booth and giver her the money. What is wrong with these people? If the reader is broken, turn off the EZ-pass sign and put on the "Cash Only" sign. How difficult is that?
I'm sure the old, bitter woman attendant would have rather been some place else on a Saturday night, but is that really how she talks to people? Give incomprehensible directions and then sit down and ignore people when they don't understand what she's saying? It's so NEW YORK. I have rarely encountered this in California. And when I do, it's usually a cultural difference (Korean or Chinese restaurants, right Em?) with no malicious intent. That woman would have had us sitting there, being honked at, not knowing what to do and not taking our GD money. What is up with that?
Anyways, my car looks like a New Yorker, and in my previous life, my car was part of my identity; therefore, I am looking like a New Yorker - to the point where I am seen arguing Holland Tunnel toll booth attendants.
On a side note, my heart is sad because my car is being exposed to the elements and will probably have huge, ugly rust and salt stains soon. Gross.
I went to the DMV last Wednesday and braced myself for a horrific day. I had to change over my registration from California to New York, but it, along with my title, was in my maiden name. I showed up a 1/2 hour early - before the DMV opened - so I could be first in line. Turns out I was 10th and they made us line up outside of the building in Herald Square. By the time they opened up the doors, there were probably 50 people in line, and we were all frozen because it was 20 degrees and windy outside.
I have never had such a pleasant (minus the waiting in the cold) experience. The lady knew what she was doing and I was out the door at 8:45 with new plates and registration in hand.
I really thought I had turned a new leaf in New York. People are nice! They get me what I need! No hassles! My car even looks like a New Yorker! That all changed last night when Tony and I were coming back from New Jersey. We tried driving through the EZ-pass lane, as usual, at the Holland Tunnel. The light didn't say to go, so we waited and asked the toll booth attendant what was wrong. This is what transpired:
Attendant: It's broken.
Tony: What's broken?
Attendant: It's broken.
Tony: Is it my EZ-pass or your machine? Do I need to pay you?
Attendant: (ignores Tony)
Tony: (getting angry) Do I need to pay you? Here's the money.
Attendant: I told you it's broken. (Turns around and sits in her booth while people honk at us.)
What the hell kind of attitude is this?!? At this point a police officer comes over to give us a hard time. Tony had to physically get out of the car and walk over to the attendant's little booth and giver her the money. What is wrong with these people? If the reader is broken, turn off the EZ-pass sign and put on the "Cash Only" sign. How difficult is that?
I'm sure the old, bitter woman attendant would have rather been some place else on a Saturday night, but is that really how she talks to people? Give incomprehensible directions and then sit down and ignore people when they don't understand what she's saying? It's so NEW YORK. I have rarely encountered this in California. And when I do, it's usually a cultural difference (Korean or Chinese restaurants, right Em?) with no malicious intent. That woman would have had us sitting there, being honked at, not knowing what to do and not taking our GD money. What is up with that?
Anyways, my car looks like a New Yorker, and in my previous life, my car was part of my identity; therefore, I am looking like a New Yorker - to the point where I am seen arguing Holland Tunnel toll booth attendants.
On a side note, my heart is sad because my car is being exposed to the elements and will probably have huge, ugly rust and salt stains soon. Gross.
Friday, January 19, 2007
OMIGOD, IT'S SNOWING!
It started to snow as I walked home today. I was so confused - I thought that it was paper blowing off of somebody's building. Winter is finally here!
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Seeing movies in New York is tedious.
Tony and I went to see Dreamgirls last night and got stuck in a packed theater, even though the movie has been out for three weeks. Tony sat next to a lady coughing up a lung all night and I sat next to these chatty old ladies who wouldn't shut up. Behind us were a bunch of giggling high schoolers. Ugh.
The movie turned out to be really good; we tried to sing the songs as we walked home. I downloaded the deluxe album a few weeks ago (thanks, demonoid!) so we listened to the soundtrack last night. Now we just need to get some more musicals under our belts, live in an awesomely decorated loft and we'll be the perfect gay couple.
The movie turned out to be really good; we tried to sing the songs as we walked home. I downloaded the deluxe album a few weeks ago (thanks, demonoid!) so we listened to the soundtrack last night. Now we just need to get some more musicals under our belts, live in an awesomely decorated loft and we'll be the perfect gay couple.
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