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My New York Story

So here's my story:

It’s 12:21 on a Tuesday in New York City. I’m down near Wall Street, having just left a magazine-industry function, and I hail a cab on a corner when almost at the same time a woman comes up looking harried. Being a gentleman, I ask her where she’s going and if she wants to share. She says she’s not sure where she’s going--”44th Street, where is that?”--and I say it will work out fine since I’m going to 34th Street. So we get in and she shows me a printout of an email (from some guy) that has directions to a restaurant in midtown. I tell the cab driver exactly where we’re going, and we head off. Traffic is lousy, and I’m chatty by nature, so I ask her if she’s from around here.

“No,” she says, “I’m from New Jersey.” [Read more]

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