Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Thursday, April 18, 2013
A man says to his female companion as they're walking down the street, "You get what you want, dontcha?"
Labels:
New York City,
Overheard
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Pedro's Back From Jail
We
exited wearily into the arrivals terminal at JFK and walked that weird
gauntlet of disregard, the rows of other peoples’ families and limo
drivers holding up names in magic marker. Almost as soon as we entered
the main space, gypsy cabbies descended upon us: Need a taxi? Where you need to go? Taxi? Taxi? Where you go? I had anticipated this little ritual and had fantasized about telling them Fuck off. But I didn’t. This is what they do. Let a man make a dishonest living, after all.
Outside,
we got in the long line for Yellow Cabs. On the other side of the
railing the non-licensed guys ranged up and down the median, trying to
rope in their marks. We watched with some amusement as a young Asian
woman talked one down from sixty-five bucks to thirty for a ride to
Nassau County, only to leave him twisting in the wind.
Suddenly one man’s voice cut through the rest.
“Yo
Pedro’s back!” he bellowed. “Pedro’s back motherfuckers! Y’all can go
home now,” he told his rivals. “Pedro’s back from jail!”
Labels:
Airports,
New York City
Tuesday, April 09, 2013
Wednesday, April 03, 2013
The
map they show you when you're flying, that pixelly view of the plane's
progress, deepens the sense you're in another world, with place names
you've never heard of—Haworth, New York; Godthab, Greenland, Timmins
and Chicoutimi—and sideways views of the planet, where north is west
and south is east.
Labels:
Airplanes
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