I wonder if the fact that I didn’t get my driver’s license until I was 28 has anything to do with the fact that I never go anywhere. It just never occurs to me. I lived in NYC for 8 years before I paid my first visit to Cental Park. Ya. Short Leash.
Last week I went to Flushing Queens for some administrative gunk and it was this total adventure.
Dude. Have you ever BEEN to Flushing Queens? I had not. It is a “chinatown” but one where no tourists go. And maybe because it was raining and maybe because it was Monday….all I can tell you is those were some BLEAK streets my friend. Busted Old Navy. Crack den Macy’s with cops standing in the doorway.
Lots of smoking, coughing, spitting…There was a mall, but I swear to god there was nobody in there. I went in. There was just a video playing on a TV screen next to an empty store, presumably touting the benefits of some skin care or other. No music. No hum of people talking. creepy.
In the misdst of it all, though there is this great cream puff stand near the subway stop that’s bright pink and totally stands out like a night light among the dreary smog covered everything else on the main street.
A nice lady who was also buying cream puffs directed me to a really good restaurant up the way for lunch where I had duck and summer rolls. Also, I have to say that there were AMAZING .99 cent stores. In one I bought a cheery yellow umbrella for 3 dollars and i found it difficult to leave it a that but you know…..I’m on a budget.