I ran ashore today to get groceries, as it's been pretty steady, cargo-wise and Lord knows when I'll have another chance. Our lay berth near Brooklyn Bridger Park has a small grocery store about a 10 minute walk from the terminal gate. So I put on shoregoing clothes and off I went. I always expect some negativity when I go, because the people here are awful.
I know there are well-adjusted and positive souls like Tugster who actively enjoy living in NY, and I wish them well. For me, it's hell on earth.
So, I had a driver at an intersection who got offended I was crossing the street bywalking between his car and the car in front of him, and so he let up on his brakes and tried to press me up against the bumper of the car in front of him. I had to hurry my step a little, but it was fine; he wasn't trying to hurt me, just being an asshole. And whatever, he lives here. He's being punished already.
The little asian lady who got me in a perfect drive-by. Zooming through foot traffic with her little grocery cart, cutting people off and running over toes, she gets alongside me, then outpaces me, crosses my path, lets out a monstrously loud fart for me to walk through, and zooms away. My mouth was open and everything. Broccoli and cabbage I'm guessing. I hate that. I hate that I could identify what she had for dinner last night.
At the grocery store, I'm the only one at the deli section, the only customer, and the shaved headed rainbow-flag tattoo on the front of her neck deli-counter lesbian studiously ignores me while I'm waiting politely. For 5 minutes. Finally she looks up, waves me off and says "I'm really busy, come back later' and goes back to texting on her phone.
Do you know that NY can't get unbroken eggs to people, apparently? I have never, ever opened a package of eggs in a NY grocery store, and found 12 or 18 unbroken eggs. What makes it so hard compared to other regions to drive a forklift or, you know, put out packages of eggs without breaking them? If there's more than 1 broken egg I'll usually open another package and get me some whole eggs, but less than one broken egg and I just let it go at this point.
12 eggs, a pack of tortillas, 2 tomatoes, some bananas, lettuce, a red onion and a package of chicken breasts. $54.
I and everyone within a mile was treated to gangsta rap and a contact high from a $500 Nissan with a $3000 sound system and about $500 worth of weed being cooked up while waiting at a red right. NY, all of NY, reeks of weed. Constantly. The whole city.
By the time I got back onto the HQ, I was ready to be away from people again. That's enough socializing for me for the next 10-12 days.
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I used to live in upstate NY. Lots of people moved up there after 9/11, bringing their city attitudes. So there was all of the disadvantage of living with citified NYers and the relative lack of services of a rural setting,
The Asian lady made me chuckle a little. I also cannot stand the constant stench of weed here in kommiefornia.
My hat's off to you having to navigate through that dystopia.
I would be saying.."Fuck That"
I went there. Once.
To the food show at the Jakob Javits (sp) Center. Then took a cab ( muslim driver don't ya know)
to the World Trade Center when it was cleaned up but a big hole in the ground.
Went there once. Will never go back. Never.
Irish.
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