...mess with your head.
The temperature was a smokin' 44 degrees tonight. It felt warm. No kidding. I walked around in a light jacket. And yes, I got a little sweaty.
New York City has that kind of influence. It warps your brain into thinking crazy things are normal.
Ever been to Wal-Mart? Well, everything that Wal-Mart sells is at least four times more expensive in New York City. So every time I visit Wal-Mart, particularly in Utah, I walk around in awe of their low prices. It makes my mom so angry.
Jenna: Oh my gosh, that is SOOOO cheap. In New York, that would be at least $8.00.
Janae: Eggs cost that much?
Jenna: They could. Oh my gosh, toothpaste is only $2.00? You are so lucky.
Janae: You lived in Utah for years and years. You know it's less expensive to live here.
Jenna: I know but I forget. You are kidding me. Chocolate chips are only $1.50?
Janae: I want to smack you. Who are you?
Cupcakes. Why do New Yorkers pay at least $2.50 for a measly little lard-cake that I could make for like .08 cents in my apartment? Because it's cool or something? I do it all the time. It's ret*rded. I'm ret*rded.
New Yorkers put up with the absolute worst customer service on earth. I'm convinced. If there is one city that needed to outsource their customer service, it's New York City. Tonight, when I checked out of the CVS Pharmacy, the cashier was reading Us Weekly, listening to her ipod and successfully carrying on a conversation with the cashier next to her. When I forgot to push the button to say, "No" to cash back, she freaked out like I was wasting her time. Like I was putting her out. Like she was in some big hurry to finish the "Celebrities are Just Like Us!" page (Oh my gosh, Jennifer Aniston eats sandwiches for lunch? Are you telling me that Kate Hudson wears shoes outside? And Anne Hathaway breathes oxygen too? No friggin' way!). Then I said, "Have a good night." to this lovely girl and she replied, "Yeah." without looking up from her magazine as she swatted her hand around in front of her like I was a fly buzzing around her head. I have similar experiences to this just about everywhere I go. Unless of course, the cashier is a male with a thing for blondes. Then I'm sexually harassed instead.
Oh and did I mention that when it's 44 degrees in the winter, it feels warm?
That is all.
Love,
Jenna
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i hear ya. I had a light coat on today and decided to walk home from school (6 miles). I made it up to 72 and CPW before I gave in because I was SWEATING?! in January? Outside? I'm just grateful for Chipotle conveniently located right there.
And yeah, isn't customer service just a dream out here?
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