Riding to Eppley for a long-anticipated anniversary trip with Max's Mom to New York and Boston, the Uber driver had a tiny support dog in the console and a route to the airport that contradicted google maps. This was a sign of things to come.
Onboard the Delta airplane riding in two seat Comfort Plus (I may never fly SW again) we masked up and took off for La Guardia, New York's airport for us poors. Getting into New York about 6 pm I had delusions of grandeur of perhaps getting into the hotel at Times Square before the last Broadway show began at 8 and getting tickets.
Oh yeah, that isnt happening. New York Traffic is a bitch. The taxi driver, a nice man, did his best to get us to the hotel but ran into traffic and closed off streets which added to the time and the fare. I noticed the fare counter when it was at $60, quietly thought this is gonna cost $65, then $70 then $75 then $80, holy shit just let us out and we'll walk the .01 miles it's been on my trusty google map for about 10 minutes. The fare ended up at $90 what with tip became $117. We are here and its 8:15 too late for any kind of show other than the kooks on Times Square.
We walked Times Square (is it even nuttier than 2015?) for a while encountering the Elmos and the Sponge Bobs and the Batmans. The hustlers, the con artists, the drunks and the rube tourists, Thats us!
Finding the Times Square Diner seemed like a decent place to eat. The place was heavy on the Greek and the languages we heard in there were plentiful. A family of Italians were hand talking to each other, the waiters were speaking animated Greek and a couple of English-speaking hicks were eating French toast and a beef gyro in a diner in New York while a mere 7 hours prior we were in Omaha.
This will be an experience.
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