Can I write a blog entry in the backseat of a car, partly in French (see title) on the way to NYC with 2 beautiful men speaking German in the front seat? Let's find out! (Yes, I have such a hard life, I know.)
As I mentioned, we are on our way to a short weekend in NYC. This is my very favorite place, only 2nd to Paris. I realized, a few minutes ago, we will arrive before check in and leave after check out, so we'll need our bags held. So, I decided to check with my husband to be sure we had tip money.
Me Hey, do you have any 5 spots? I have singles for small things, but we'll need 5's for our baggage handling needs.
Husband (AKA Annoyed Man Driving The Car) What? No. *turns to his German friend next to him) You have to tip everyone for everything here. At least when my wife is traveling with us. Need to know where the bathroom is? That'll be 5 bucks.
Me Well, that wouldn't be 5 dollars, though. This is how these people make a living. They live in a very expensive area, too.
AMDTC Well, it's not MY fault they live in Manhattan. Hell, I want to live in Manhattan! No one is tipping me so I can live there.
Me Well, maybe if you told someone where the restroom was every now & then, you'd get a tip. They may not live in NYC. They may live in Jersey, and go through that horrible commute every day to tell YOU where the toilet is.
AMDTC Well, now you've made me feel bad for them. I mean... Jersey?
It's gonna be a long ride.