Walked up Avenue of America heading to Bleecker Street, had the whole route memorized (straight shot) and felt secure about the direction I was heading. Usually not check streets as I pass them, but suddenly I was (was looking for the Bleecker/Av AM intersection) when suddenly this girls comes up (yes American girl), “Excuse me do you know where Spring Street is?”, asking a man with no real sense about this city, she was soon to be very, very disappointed, but before I had time to freeze and mumble something incomprehensible it just blurred out of me, “Yeah sure, two blocks down mam, no worries, you have a good day now”.
Exiting the subway each morning on Canal Street is usually done via the emergency exit door that screams very, very loud [when opened without any sign of emergency]. And yesterday I found myself being the first one up the stairs; leading the fervent herd and took the instant decision of pushing the door open instantaneously behaving like I’ve lived there since forever and escorted the flock out, not the right way, but the fastest/American way.
Just before I turn left and walk the many meters to the office there’s a Starbuck’s across the street. This is perfect to grasping the full-American way down to the very brewed coffee bean. The line is huge and the pace is relentless and yet the guys behind the desk are always super-relaxed, toying and laughing around (a little bit too much perhaps sometimes, c’mon guys) and welcome everyone with the kindest attitude. “Hey how you doing, what’s up bud, how are you today, sir,” and all they get in return from the nervous Swede is an “Oeh…eh Venti Latte please”. I’m very, very not pleased with my casual chitchat to say the least. Improvement coming up.