How Much Do You Want It?

I had an early appointment downtown this morning so as I waited to cross 79th Street I watched an older man I actually knew, jump in front of a well-dressed woman to steal a cab.   This sadly is common behavior during rush hour but what got my attention was the way the woman handled it.

She didn’t get mad.

I recently wrote how my friend Camille almost had a stroke when an aggressive guy did the same thing to her but this lady, unlike Camille, was ‘cool as a cuke,’ another thing my mother would say.

I noticed she saw me looking at her so I called out, “That was very nice of you to let him get away with that.”

“He was old,” she said, waving him off like a big fly. This made me laugh because if Dr. P. ever heard her call him old he would have had a fit. He always tells me he’s still a young man at heart. Yeah, yeah, meanwhile he has posture like the   Leaning Tower of Pisa and insists my name is Helen but hey, it’s how you feel right? I bet he didn’t even see her. He tends to run around like a horse with blinders on. God help his patients.

I’m just saying.

She then told me a quick story of how one day a young girl ran in front of her just like the doctor did and said, ‘Please I need this cab, my mother’s dying.”

“That had to be a lie,” I immediately said. (New York has jaded me.) “What did you say?”

“Well, I turned to her and said, honey, I really hope your mother’s not dying and you just want the cab. Have a nice day.”

I liked her so much for that. Imagine humanity and humor all on the same street corner in  New York City; such a rarity. The truth is, morning rush hour is always every man, not to mention girl and doctor, for himself.

A semblance of etiquette doesn’t return till way after 10.

She then told me she liked my black dress that I had somehow forgotten to zip all the way ..la la la…

one of the hazards of living alone.

Another woman stopped to ask if she could zip me up.

“Yes, by all means,” I said realizing now I was running 20 minutes late.

It occurred to me, maybe I should grab a cab.

I quickly looked around for doctors and thieves.              

SB

About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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14 Responses to How Much Do You Want It?

  1. There is never a dull moment in that big city that is for sure. There is so much to see, as long as you’re willing to open your eyes.
    My mom says “cool as a cucumber” and of course, so do I. Mom, I have a fever…nope you’re cool as a cucumber. Always leaves the jaws dropped…lol

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    • I had someone call me up to complain that I was writing too much about animals and Central Park. It left me steaming. I may have to address it in an entry.

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      • Rob says:

        You write about your own experiences and things that interest you. IMHO, that’s a major component to deliver your blog’s richness and vibrancy. Whoever “someone” is, tell him/her to go fuck themselves.

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      • Yes, I like that advice. Being someone who has a temper I try to tamp down, I deal with it with muzzled grace if you will.I am such a diplomat, I’d never say anything so direct that does no good whatsoever anyhow. Oh well, thanks for your ‘fuck themselves,’ made me grin.

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  2. Katherine Boyle says:

    LOVE hearing about animals in central park. Don’t tailor your writing to your audience- write what you want to write. That’s what a blog is, surely. It’s up to us whether or not we read what you’ve written.
    As for today’s post- that woman- what a hero! We say “Cukey” ( not sure how you spell it”.) Goes way back for us. And I often go out with zips half down- and I have a dog and a man who in theory should spot the error! We could start a new trend.
    Keep cool (as a Cukey) today!

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  3. D. D. Syrdal says:

    I’m in awe of this woman’s attitude. That’s pretty rare in any zip code. That’s funny about the zipper. I do think only in NY would something like that go virtually unnoticed by most people.

    I have to laugh that yet again you’ve gotten someone telling you what to write (or not write) about on your blog. You write so well, I don’t see why they care what the topic is. Your posts are always interesting and amusing.

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    • I seem to be the recipient of much criticism especially from mild acquaintances. I addressed it again today. Personally I feel many people are closet writers who lash out at those of us who manage to deliver the goods in some fashion or another. I never claim to be a great writer. I merely write.

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    • D. D. Syrdal says:

      I think there’s a lot of truth to that. You know how much I love quotes, so here’s one for the occasion:

      Nothing, not love, not greed, not passion or hatred, is stronger than a writer’s need to change another writer’s copy.
      – Arthur Evans

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  4. Rob says:

    “Manners maketh man”: written circa 1400 (not two o’clock!) and just as true today. I wish I could be as calm as your new friend when confronted by louts, but I can’t.

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