New York City has obviously raised the bar when hiring law enforcement officials. My husband stopped a traffic cop to ask where The Hard Rock Cafe had moved (we needed T-shirts for my nephews) and he couldn’t speak English. No kidding! I should have thought to bring Dora The Explorer along with me.
I respect and value police officers. I think they are remarkable individuals who do not get paid nearly what they deserve. They certainly have one of the hardest jobs out there, BUT I happened to run into a few funny cops today.
While attempting to redirect a blind woman across the street, another police officer took her arm and kept pointing to the opposing corner. Repeatedly he said “Cross this way,” all the while pointing his finger to the right. Uhm, that’s like screaming at a deaf person. Even the seeing eye dog was looking at him like he was stupid.
Today I did the unthinkable. I allowed my children to play hookie from school and we all went into the city (Manhattan). I NEVER let my kids stay home from school, so this was a little like the miracle of rain in Noah’s day.
I don’t believe the common cold is an actual illness and they rarely catch bugs that cause fevers, so I pack them an extra box of tissues and send them to school even when they’re sick. The last time I told my daughter she could stay home from school to go to the doctors, she promptly rolled her eyes and with a deep sigh muttered “Finallyyyyy!”
Today was a special day. You see, Christmas only comes once a year and the tree in Rockefeller Center has enough lights to illuminate all of Rhode Island. Besides, I needed a few more gifts and a day in the city is just plain fun!
I love the city. From the moment I open my car door I’m charged with the electricity in the air around me. My hair bounces a little higher, my eyes twinkle with the refection of taxi lights, and I walk at a rate of 48 MPH. My family cannot keep up which is evidenced by the skid marks on my daughter’s knees.
Even though I’m not a good photographer, I took pictures till the battery in my camera died. I’ll post them over the next few days. My husband says I’m worst than a Chinese tourist. He’s right. I think at some point tourists feel badly about taking too many pictures. Not me! I just keep snapping away. I even reached over a few heads to get a shot.
It was a great day and oddly enough, a little too warm. We quickly abandoned our jackets and I wished I hadn’t worn a sweater. I had icicles in my eyelashes in October and now I can wear shorts in December…go figure.