Two NY Conversations

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Me: "Do you have it in a medium? I only see a size small."
Lena (beautiful Dominican girl working in the shop I have a girl crush on now because she was so beautiful and cool): "Medium? That's funny, everyone always wants a small, they always ask for a small."
Me: "I'm big, I need a medium!"
Lena: "No, no, you are beautiful. They need medium, but they all want a small!"

(At Tribeca in Washington Heights; I went in to make fun of the spangly, skimpy J.Lo dresses and ended up buying a surprisingly demure and very cute yellow plaid empire-waist raincoat to match my new yellow wellies. Lena at Tribeca, she is awesome. And gorgeous!)

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Me: *silence* *waiting to pay for my morning Diet Coke* *more silence* *more waiting*
Cashier at the corner bodega, restocking at the counter, not noticing me: "Oh, why didn't you say something? Why didn't you tell me you are standing there? Why didn't you tell me you are ready to pay?"
Me in my head: um...because in Texas it's polite to wait patiently until you are served.
Me out loud: "Still sleepy."

Comments

Unknown said…
LOL Those were just too funny! I love the diet coke conversation. I would have just waited too.
And you're not big! You're just the right size.
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Rebecca Foster said…
Texas and Canada have similar standards of politeness. I noticed it when I was there. It's one reason I love traveling in Canada. And probably like Texas, Canadians are better at not keeping you waiting in the first place, duh. This guy was in outerspace.

Well I dispute the size thing, but I will just say 'thank you.'
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Technodoll said…
Just the post I needed on a gray "sky about to pelt us with snow again" Friday afternoon!

mouah! mouah! you are always so delightful!

ps: we have our fair share of inept clerks here - makes me want to poke them in the eye with a cold finger sometimes, LOL!
Friday, March 07, 2008
Johnathan and Mackenzie said…
Rebecca, come over so I can link you. Sounds like some interesting fun in NYC.
Friday, March 07, 2008
Rebecca Foster said…
Techno: more snow? Ugh, you have my sympathies. And thank you, what a compliment, ditto!

And I do cross the street and walk like a NY-er. And Montrealer. (NY has nothing on Montreal when it comes to crossing the street as a competitive sport. And I always win!) I just talk and listen like a Texan.

Johnnymac: done. I'm going to call your baby "baby boy" til he gets a name. How about Brandon? Haha, I'm hilarious I know.
Saturday, March 08, 2008
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