New Yorkers are a the nicest people. I see proof of it all the time.
Take today, for instance.
I had taken a cab to the vet to pick up my dog. The driver gave me my change, which included several singles, near the open door.
The wind instantly picked up the bills and scattered them in the street. Did the rude, me-me-me New Yorkers of TV and movies jump upon them and run for it?
Not a chance.
Instead, three people stepped on the loose bills and stood waiting for me to retrieve them. We all shared a laugh as I collected my change and thanked them for their help.
Nice folks. Yep, we’ve got lots of ’em here in NYC.
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As you may recall, last night’s German taxi driver was a conspiracy theorist.
He put his hands over his ears when I said hello.
Now, I know I don’t speak German, but seriously — does the very sound of an American voice offend?
I think it scared this guy.
He quickly walked back to his cab and said, “I’m old man. No English.” To which I brilliantly responded,
That was our entire conversation…until we arrived at the hotel, where he pointed to the meter, and said “Marriott.”
I considered putting my hands over my ears, but I’m pretty sure the humor wouldn’t translate.
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Tagged American voice, cars, conspiracy theory, Germany, hands over ears, Humor, life, part deux, taxi, taxi driver, taxi meter, taxi receipt, transportation, Travel
I came to Milan to work, and today was the day.
I spent most of it in a conference room conducting a training session…and it went very well. But at 4:30pm the work was done, and my official vacation began.
We started by heading to Milan — the city itself, not the outskirts where my hotel is located. Luckily there is a subway stop just down the road, so off we walked, much to the chagrin of the taxi drivers lined up outside the entrance.
Our first stop was the Duomo, which is literally at the top of the station steps. It is even more majestic then it appears in photos, and I joined the groups of people gathered ’round, head tilted way back to soak it all in.
We arrived at the very moment they closed the Duomo to tours each evening, but we still had time to take the elevator ride to the top and walk across the roof.
I don’t know how the two tours compare, but the view from the roof is pretty incredible.
We could see the entire city — the beautiful architecture, the ugly new buildings that mar the landscape, all the people teeming about in the square, and of course, the amazing detail of the Duomo itself — both the existing structure and the extensive amount that is still under renovation.
After our tour, we strolled through the shops in the historic galleria — where children were spinning on a fresco of a bull for luck — and wandered the streets until a sidewalk cafe caught our eye for dinner. Later we had gelato and headed to the subway to make our way back.
It was all and all a lovely evening in Milan.
Tomorrow? We are thinking of making an unplanned day trip. Where could it be??
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Ready for a piping hot bowl of peanut butter soup?
No need to adjust your monocle, Mr. Peanut. I said soup.
My taxi driver in Fort Worth is a big fan. I had never heard of it. But he hails from Ghana, where peanut butter soup is a staple, and I grew up in Kentucky, where chicken noodle is king.
The concoction is surprising un-exotic — just a mixture of veggies, chicken broth and the all-important scoop of peanut butter.
Add some jelly, and it would be more American. And less healthy.
Which might be the same thing.
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Tagged Africa, business travel, Chicken noodle soup, cooking, food, Foods, Humor, Kentucky, life, Mr. Peanut, Peanut butter, peanut butter soup, taxi driver, Travel