You know you’re living in New York when you go to pay your monthly bills.
There’s rent, electricity, cable, AmEx, Bloomingdales and Jose the coffee-cart man.
One day at 5 a.m., as I was en route to Starbucks, Jose called out to me. “Hey, why you go there, when I’m here?”
I had to explain that, though I really loved his coffee, I rarely have cash at that hour of the morning.
“So, you pay me later, or better, end of the month. I will keep track.” So this is how Jose became a man on a budget—mine.
I had to make him promise—
NO DONUTS, I DON’T CARE IF I’M ON MY KNEES BEGGING.
I loved his response. “You a very strange goil, but I like you.”
Only in New York would a man owning his own business, understand an independent, though strange, goil like me.
Now can I have a donut?
Just put it on my tab. 🙂