(direct and to the mother fuckin’ point).
But I knew my friend cared for her so I said,
And that right thurr, embedded in that little microcosm of human interaction,
was the gem I had been searching for all these years. It beautifully summed up an answer I could never succinctly voice. What’s the biggest difference between Los Angeles and New York?
“Sorray! I was just trying to sound interested.”
An apology that meant the opposite of what it stated. It was about the same key and frequency of our “Oh my Gawwd. Ruuude!" chorus. In New York, people say what they mean, and mean what they say. You would be so lucky to get an apology, even when deserved, but no one feels compelled to throw out an apology they don’t mean. You sure as hell aren’t hearing “sorry” from anyone who doesn’t mean it. You might here, “Go f—— yourself” but you will never have to wonder where you stand with someone. In the words of the profound woman in the news clip where the was a fire, “Ain’t nobody got time for that.”