Guido, like many New Yorkers, thought communication was talking and didn’t give much thought to the listening part. As a result, he thought his girlfriend had said “tangle,” not “Tango,” when suggesting dance lessons. Turns out she thought real lessons, not YouTube videos, might be helpful as well . . .
The girls had made the trip all the way from Bangalore just to see the last David Letterman show only to find out the travel agency had not gotten tickets for them. Now they were being herded like cattle to low rent, third rate tourist attractions no one wanted to see. The herd wasn’t being heard . . .
Clearance and traction would be no problem for Bob’s new rig for his upcoming move to western New York state, and there were always the lifting eyes on the roof so the highway department rescue helicopter could just lift him and his rig out if he got stuck in a snow bank. As gas prices leveled off and started to rise he was somewhat concerned about fuel mileage . . .
John’s sister had moved from Montana to New York to take a job with a major marketing firm and was all excited about her new apartment. She was especially proud that it had a view of Central Park–if you looked between the two buildings in back of her one-room walk-up and the light was just right. “Why,” she asked her brother, “don’t they have views like that back home in Montana . . .?”
When Al from the Texas Gulf Coast was told he had to visit relatives in “Joisey,” thoughts of Newark and big industry consumed him. He remembered the old joke about why New Jersey got all the toxic waste dumps and New York got all the lawyers. Answer: New Jersey got first choice. . . Then he looked on the map and saw it was western New Jersey, something he hadn’t known existed . . .
Kinsey, trying to take to heart her therapist’s guidance about facing her fears, especially the irrational ones, finally let hunger overcome the fear. She knew there shouldn’t be Venus Fly Traps in Northern Idaho, but then again, there shouldn’t be pythons in the Florida Everglades or alligators in the New York Sewers . . .
