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We literally met on international ground.
Even though she was being just as polite as everyone else, there was something about her that felt very familiar. I, on the other hand, was not just a fish out of water.I was a big fish out of water and a bull in a teeny tiny china shop - pick two - and it was all I could do to sit still and keep my mouth shut so I wouldn't get fired on my first day of work.
But rushing down a sweeping corridor filled with priceless art and important people, out of nowhere she said, "Have you noticed everyone here is so fucking polite?!"
To which all I could say in a flood of relief was, "Oh Thank God. You're a fucking New Yorker!"
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CO - I don't know how many times I've felt that same intense relief coming back to New York after being in Canada (where indeed everyone is so suffocatingly polite) - at last, I can relax!
T.
Am I a New Yorker yet? I've been here over 6 years, but I'm still polite. I dont' feel like a New Englander anymore. Will I ever be a New Yorker?
... um... ah... um... WOW did you see the size of that rat? um... what about those Mets, huh? um...
Ur gonna leave me on the side of Highway 95 somewhere between Massachusetts and New York, neither place taking any claim.
New Yorkers don't throw away ur out-of-state immigrant brothers and sisters, we might originally come from other states, but we love the city and call it home now.
sigh... oh ok. but only because you're totally cool. not because I'd be upset passing you on the highway.
I'm not gonna lie, this made me laugh after the most horrible day ever. :))
So delighted and thank you!
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