welcome back to reality, nyc-style...

 

I neglected to mention in my previous post that my iPhone fell out of my sundress pocket and into the toilet in Mexico. No bueno. At all. 

I hoofed on down to the Apple store the morning after we got home to buy a new phone. The sun was shining so brightly through the floor-to-skyscraper windows there that I completely forgot about the bite in the February air outside. Warmth seeped to my skin through my clothes, so I peeled off my layers while my phone updated. I didn't feel like Mexico was so far away, after all. 

Forty minutes later, I stepped outside to an uncrowded sidewalk on the Upper West Side. I closed my eyes and turned my face to the sun, inhaling the fresh winter air. 

As I headed for the crosswalk, I looked over to see a man I'd never seen before loping towards me. Although is eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses, there was no mistaking the sneer that spread across his lips as he noticed me. 

"Bitch!" he yelled. "I can't STAND you!" 

There's nothing like a "welcome back to reality" quite like a welcome back to New York City.