Outsiders think New York is an intimidating, always-make-sure-to-check-your-pockets type of a town.
Yet my forgetful husband has now left his cell phone in the back seat of a taxicab on five separate occasions and each time some thoughtful New Yorker has found it, taken the time to track my husband down, and returned his phone.
In fact, my husband left me for the fifth guy who found his phone and now lives down in Chelsea.
(That last sentence isn’t true, but it could be, and that’s why I love New York!)
--Gillian Zoe Segal
Friday, May 22, 2009
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