I learned the secret to not getting pestered on the streets of New York.
I overbooked myself today and about 15 minutes to get from Core Boot Camp (16th and 6th) to Digital Rights and Permissions (33rd and Park). Since I planned ahead, I had a sandwich in my gym bag to shove in my pie hole before my two hour class. So I grabbed the F from 14-16th to Herald Square. From there, I had to walk quickly over to Park Avenue. Herald Square can be a barrage of madness. “Tickets to the top of the Empire State Building!” “bus tour of Manhattan!” etc. Not one person stopped me as I rushed through, sandwich in hand.
I believe only true New Yorkers would be OK with eating on the dirty streets.
I’m a journalist, content strategist, doting auntie, amateur bobsledder, fitness enthusiast, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.