“How do you know when you go from tourist to real New Yorker?” a friend posed. Interesting. I guess I’m still on the tourist side of the spectrum, but I have some I-live-here things going for me. I feel like a New Yorker when …
1.I haul my laundry bag to the laundromat.
2.I go running, to yoga or barre class.
4.I pull out my keys and let myself into my building.
5.I walk past the bad pizza, coffee and bagels places and go to the good ones.
6.I hold my Metro card correctly to swipe it on the first try.
7.I mentally answer tourists questions. “Yes, that’s the Empire State Building.” “No, you’re not in the financial district.” “You definitely should not stop into that Olive Garden for dinner.”
8.I check the grades in restaurant windows before entering.
9.I give grid directions. “I’ll meet you at 44th and 9th.”
But I feel like a tourist when …
1.I hand over my Washington driver’s license to get access to my office building.
2.I stop into the M&M’s store or other Times Square traps.
3.I stop and take pictures.
4.I peek into town cars to see if there’s a tag with a name on it in the window.
5.I open Maps on my iPhone to find out which train to take.
6.Someone mentions a place outside of Manhattan and I have no idea where that is. ( Brooklyn? Is that … east? Oh, you’re from White Plains … hmmm.)
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