Apparently, NY smells like ass…
I adored FRIENDS. I know “When Harry Met Sally” by heart. I worship Carrie Bradshaw.
I did not, however, ever have much feeling either way toward the city itself. There’s a big park. Tall buildings. Lots and lots of people. Never considered the byproduct of all those people, however, until us folks at eBay SLC got a report from our two most recent let’s-resign-and-follow-our-dream buddies.
The apartment is 16 stories up. Two people, two dogs, one air mattress. Movers arrive in 6 days. There’s a righteous view of the Empire State Building from the bedroom – when you hang out the window and twist around the edge. The rent makes you hurt, but hey, you live in New York, and dogs adjust to peeing in the street faster than one would expect.
Even I, the meekest of city folk, must admit that life in the big apple sounds like a wild adventure far beyond suburban bliss. Yet one teeny detail makes me pause, just slightly, from booking that getaway for two.
“Manhattan smells like a butt sundae when it’s hot and steamy. It’s hard to sleep when your eyes water from the smell of rotting garbage that has baked all day in the noon sun”.
I gotta tell ya, Danny – until the advent of email scratch ‘n sniff, the term ‘butt sundae’ just gets lost in translation. One look at that photo and we’re all still completely jealous. Sitting in our cubicles, debating the day to day politics of email, for godsakes, we’ll celebrate each and every little glimpse of life in the “Big Assple” that we can get. So I’m begging you, don’t forget us.
Here’s my big shout out to Danny & Steph – Go get ‘em guys. We’ll be watching for you on Letterman.
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