Sunday, August 24, 2008
To find I'm king of the hill--top of the heap
Ya know how New Yorkers all seem to act like they were born in the Cradle of Civilization? They are better than the rest of us, and they do not hesitate to let us know. It is kinda insufferable. But who's going to argue with a New Yorker? It's not worth the wasted breath.
It's also kind of understandable.
You can get anything in New York. Whenever.
Yesterday I spent about 90 minutes here in the Happy Boondocks, looking for Vegemite, with no success. I have every confidence that if I asked the concierge at our hotel where to find Vegemite at 2 am, he would tell me, "Ya turn left and walk to 8th. Go about 6 blocks, and there's a store..."
Then again, maybe my problem is not that I live in the Happy Boondocks. Maybe it's just that my house does not include concierge service.
Yes, I am a spoiled brat. 5 days in the Cradle of Civilization will do that to you.
This is a photo of a pair of shorts I think all parents of teenage daughters will appreciate. Available, naturally, in New York. Or at least they were in the shop window.