As a new New Yorker, there are two things I pride myself on in my time in this city. I have not yet paid for a cab, OR given a singular penny to a homeless person. Both of those are hard to resist, as any of you New Yorkers know.
The ultimate annoyance is waiting for the 2 / 3 train at 1am and finding that a typically express route has been turned local, making something that should take 10 minutes take 30. It is times like these that in your drunken haze you begin to question your life, your career, your friends, why you ever moved to New York, and ending with the easy and luxurious choice to simply take a cab. I am proud to say that I have resisted this urge. As far as the homeless people... that is a whole other story. I find myself often counting to ten in attempt to find my patience and not snap on one of the 9 homeless individuals who ask me for money between my apartment and my train platform.
The moral of this story? In this city, patience IS a virtue
