After a comfortable day resting in our comfy bed and working TV, we decided to visit the city again. It’s about an hour with the subway, but even just the trip is entertaining, people staring at us and we staring back. Homeless people getting in the train and asking for some good luck money, slamming they door on their way out when no one gives them some change. I wasn’t even aware those doors open at the end of the trains, but apparently you can walk from train to train while we’re on a trip between stations.
Last year when we also visited New York, we found a one dollar pizza place which was really tasty and we were dying to see it again. We weren’t sure how to find it, but I suddenly remembered that Google remembers everything on my girlfriend’s pixel phone. Even though this sounds ominous, it’s also a very helpful feature when trying to retrace your steps and I believe it saves for upto five years, maybe even longer.
One dollar pizza
We found it! This year they only had cheese pizza, the person behind the counter sounded very impatient and would cut off any questions we had. No pepperoni pizza today, only cheese was available. He wasn’t the only one being rude, it feels like a battlefield sometimes. Trying to not make people upset and still get the thing you want, not always easy here, it feels like everyone is very done with tourists.
I also ordered a hot-dog at a stand where it looked very busy, I was excited, last year I also got one near here and it was very tasty. I hear 5 dollar and 10 cents please when it’s time to pay, I think to myself ‘Oh, pretty pricey this time?!’. But I fish out some single dollar bills and a quarter, I put on a big smile and say keep the change! 😀 In an aggressive tone the seller responds with “What is this?? I said 15 dollar!” And shows me two notes labeled five and ten. I’m shocked, noway I’m paying that, I look behind me and see a line has formed, I’m thinking about asking the people behind me, is it really fifteen dollar for one hot-dog here? But I see my girlfriend and I think let’s just go, I don’t want us to get into trouble and reluctantly give the man a twenty dollar note. I get my five dollar back and it doesn’t feel right, but what can you do, maybe it is the price and I just feel scammed, inflation is everywhere.
by Demy Alexander
