Otis
Footballguy
Look, I get that New York City is an exciting place to visit. And I'm sure your tourism dollars are helping to fuel the economy here during a downturn. And, for the foreign crowd, I understand that the dollar is now worth it's weight in dirt, and that it's basically a freeroll for you to haul on over here and throw your euros at everything that moves. Frankly, I think it's all pretty swell.
But, can I ask a favor here?
Can you please try and understand that some of us actually live and work here? I mean, do you need to block the entire sidewalk with your mob of same-t-shirt wearing, enormous map yielding, confused sea lions? We're not animatronics, I swear. We are real people. We actually have to rush to work, or to a meeting, or to a haircut, or whatever. You make it nearly impossible to navigate this city sometimes. Yes, we get it, the buildings are big. Hey look up there. But must you come to a screeching halt to do that right in front of me?
Imagine, for a moment, if I brought legions of folks in from out of town to wander aimlessly through your building at work as you hustle upstairs to get into that meeting on time, or when you are just trying to get a sandwich in the shop downstairs so you can get back up and get your day's work done. Imagine me crowding your sandwich shop like cattle and refusing to ever let you through. Yes, those are regular sandwiches. And I understand that you and each of your co-tourists would like to try every soup on the menu, turning to each other to exchange your thoughts on each in between sips. But would it kill you to just let me step by, place my 3 second order, and then have you carry on with your Food Network reality series?
This isn't Walt Disney, people. This is real life. Please step aside. TIA
But, can I ask a favor here?
Can you please try and understand that some of us actually live and work here? I mean, do you need to block the entire sidewalk with your mob of same-t-shirt wearing, enormous map yielding, confused sea lions? We're not animatronics, I swear. We are real people. We actually have to rush to work, or to a meeting, or to a haircut, or whatever. You make it nearly impossible to navigate this city sometimes. Yes, we get it, the buildings are big. Hey look up there. But must you come to a screeching halt to do that right in front of me?
Imagine, for a moment, if I brought legions of folks in from out of town to wander aimlessly through your building at work as you hustle upstairs to get into that meeting on time, or when you are just trying to get a sandwich in the shop downstairs so you can get back up and get your day's work done. Imagine me crowding your sandwich shop like cattle and refusing to ever let you through. Yes, those are regular sandwiches. And I understand that you and each of your co-tourists would like to try every soup on the menu, turning to each other to exchange your thoughts on each in between sips. But would it kill you to just let me step by, place my 3 second order, and then have you carry on with your Food Network reality series?
This isn't Walt Disney, people. This is real life. Please step aside. TIA