As much as I love New York,
I would gladly leave it in July and August.
The only possible benefit is that the city empties out. No lines at movies. Less crowded restaurants. Everything on sale and no one in stores. And more available seats on the subway.
Everyone must have a summer
house or know someone who does. I feel
like one of those people “looking half dead, walking
on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head.”
Surprise. We get to the
theater and there’s a line. Almost every
seat is taken, and this is for a 5:40 movie on a Sunday when everyone should
still be out of town. Apparently all the
remaining females have been rounded up to see this movie. So much for the few
benefits of summer.
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