If you live in New York City, eventually you or someone you know will witness the following…
A transvestite hooker still trolling for customers while you are on your way to work at 7:30 am.
A couple doing the wild thing in some shadowy alley. Used condoms on the sidewalk the next day.
Someone going to the bathroom on the subway platform. Or on a truly fortunate day, on the subway itself.
Subway commuters trying to avoid the aftermath of someone going to the bathroom as the train jerks back and forth.
This city can be a dark, gritty place. We all know that going in. But I certainly thought the shock value had worn off. Until I sat down with my friend Abby for dinner on Saturday night.
Abby proceeds to tell me that a few years ago, she was sitting in a Manhattan movie theater and heard a scratching sound on her left, in a seat she knew was empty. She looked over and saw a rat sitting on the arm rest, one chair over.
Yes, a RAT. Just enjoying the previews like anybody else.
Abby leaped up and bolted out of the theater screaming, just hoping to keep her flip flops on. She abandoned her purse, popcorn and drink.
So when she complained at the ticket window, the woman said, way too casually, something like this….
“I’m so sorry. There is a Petco next door and the rats tunnel their way in. We’ll refund your ticket and snacks and get your purse for you.”
Tunnel their way in? Damn, how much do those crazy rats want them some popcorn?! The dogfood at Petco must just totally suck.
Honestly, I don’t know how anyone recovers from an experience like that. I really don’t.
But Abby did. She not only went back to the movies, she has actually returned to that theater. It took her a few years but now she’ll go there again.
She really could kick Whitney’s arse when it comes to survival in “The City.”
That Abby is one true New Yorker.