My week of helpful peeps


I’ve had a lot of people helping me this week … David my super with moving and hanging and things … a cable guy - so low key, efficient and easy company - he leaves me his personal cell # if I have trouble installing new, coming equipment  … a guy at the bank, lovely, just a security guy who enjoys his contact with peeps … haircutter - young and cool and telling me bout his girlfriend and how much he hates kids … smiling cab drivers helping me help a friend whos casted up for a while  … a massage guy with hands that should be insured and 100 per cent relentless diligence.  

in my opinion - based on the this week - male helpers are friendlier and sweeter than female … just writin’. When eye rolling grumpy lumpy female workers are bad, they’re very bad ... with blank looks and false accusations and not one ounce of  “be here now”  … "now if you were listening to me, I was JUST trying to tell you” … I WAS listening to you and you WERE scowling a scowl that that could ride a bike. 

Like I said … just writin’ - I’ll repeat myself … I love new yorkers -  so infinitely individual and colorful and great entertainment. 

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