One More Day!

Only one more day of work before I take a seasonal lay off. Man — I can’t wait! Here’s what not to do if you see me during my time away from tourists.

Don’t ask me where Macy’s is.
Don’t ask me where Century 21 is.
Don’t ask me where I was on 9/11.
Don’t ask me where they shoot Sex and the City.
Don’t ask me where Central Perk is.
Don’t ask me where Central Park is . . . after we’ve just spent 30 minutes driving down 5th Ave from 110th St all the way to 59th St and I’ve spent the bulk of this time talking about Central Park (this has happened many, many times.)
Don’t ask me if Harlem is a bad neighborhood.
Don’t ask me where is a good place to eat without specifying a neighborhood, cuisine or price range.
Don’t ask me where is a good place to eat pizza and get annoyed when I start giving you an actual answer, suggesting that there actually are different kinds of pizza.
Don’t say anything if you have a southern accent.
And, even if it is only a buck, put something in the fucking tip jar.

Hey — that felt good!