Tuesday, March 2, 2010

"She's A Native New Yorker"

Yuki's bag
We met literally 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 in a teeny tiny china shop 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 corrider 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 do in a flood of relief was say, "Oh Thank God. You're a fucking New Yorker!"

New York City girl
New York City
New York City girl
You grew up ridin' the
subways, runnin' with people
Up in Harlem, down on Broadway
You're no tramp, but you're no lady
Talkin' that street talk
You're the heart and soul of New York City