Wow, August already. I’ve been in New York over three months now; that’s hard to believe. But I do believe I became a true New Yorker just last week: going into the subway, there’s a little card reader on the side of the entrance onto the platform proper where you can swipe your Metrocard. Anyway, I was walking at a good pace, and there was a little group of people going in and out of that entrance/exit, but I saw a little space between some of the people where I could go in. Anyway, I maneuvered through the small crowd, and as I was about to swipe my card, I saw a middle-aged man who was waiting to get in. I had inadvertently butt in front of him; I couldn’t stop though, since I was already in the process of going in, and in one fluid motion, I slid my card through and walked through the turnstile, truly not skipping a beat. I mean, I didn’t mean to cut in — I just didn’t see him. And it’s not like I made him wait even 5 more seconds to get in. I felt bad, a bit, but I thought: today you are no longer a stranger here.
