Tuesday evening was a nice one. Dinner at Bar Pitti and then we saw a play "Standing on Ceremony." Funny and important. And all within two blocks of my apartment.
People are on edge this a.m. in the Big Apple, and they need to stop.
I woke up extra early this morning and realized I didn't have any coffee. I took a walk to Starbucks and had the opportunity to hear this young girl mouthing off to the barista. "F you" and "F" this and "F. F. F."
I just wanted to say "Shut the "F" up!! It's 6 a.m. How can you be that angry?"
And then an hour later as I headed up Sullivan Street, a bartender was screaming at a delivery guy. He had rage running through his veins. The bartender shoved the order form in the guy's face and said "Look at this! Look at this!"
The delivery guy paused, looked down, and said "I can't read."
So there you have it, people.
Ease off. Dial it down.
And hey bartender, I've seen the crowd in your establishment. They don't know one keg of beer from the other.