You heard me. Too darn pleasant. I thought I was a bit cranky last week, but this week in NYC I am comparatively bursting at the seams with joy. What happened? Absolutely nothing!
I mistakenly nodded an acknowledging hello to a policeman I passed and got a puzzling look. Woops. Remember Julie, no one says hi here.
I helped a lady who needed directions to the nearest subway. Gosh darn it, Julie, will you just stop being so Masshole-y!
And to top it all off, while ascending my elliptical of a stairwell, a fellow resident left their apartment right as I was outside. I smiled and quietly mumbled "hey" as I kept making my way up the stairs. All I got was a pause and then a confused person continuing to lock their door to make sure none of my glee broke its way into their cranky sanctuary. Their cranktuary.
Some people here are responding to my pleasantries. The man stocking shelves at the grocery told me his name and even tried to give me his number in case I needed help finding anything! What above and beyond service!
Even the gyro guy around the corner made a point to say hello. Before I could tell him how my Dad can't wait to get a bite of his meaty goodness, he let me know he considers himself lucky to have me walk by him twice in one day. I took the chance to tell him how I just live right over there up on the top floor and I was making a lovely dinner if he just wanted to come over. He seemed really excited, but Zane wouldn't let him in for some reason.
Oh well, I guess Manhattan can't handle a little "Cheer Fairy" flitting about its blocks. Although I think it's starting to spread a little. The construction workers outside our window have started whistling hello to me when I walk by in my nightgown. I wave back excitedly to my new found friends! Maybe my niceties are starting the "wave" of the future.
People in Chicago are the opposite! I am still getting used to everyone's kindness and pleasantries.. you'd fit in here! :) -Kim
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