NM2NY
By Stephen Ausherman
There's this deli in Brooklyn that sells cheese I can't get in
New Mexico. The guy who takes phone orders has an accent
that probably sounds neutral where he is, but pretty tough to
me. So it surprised me when he asked a seemingly friendly
question about the weather out here. I imagined him stuck in
the icy slush bucket that is a New York winter, and so fueled
his escapist fantasy with a detailed report on Albuquerque's
mild climes.
"Great day for a hike," I told him. "Might get a slight dusting
over 8000 feet, but it's fine in the valley." I went on like that
until finally he said he didn't need the whole forecast, just the
high so he'd know if the cheese would melt in a mail truck.
"Oh," I replied. "Um, around 55, I guess."
Just before I hung up, he muttered something about a fucking
moron. Man, I swear they have the best cheese there.
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By Stephen Ausherman
There's this deli in Brooklyn that sells cheese I can't get in
New Mexico. The guy who takes phone orders has an accent
that probably sounds neutral where he is, but pretty tough to
me. So it surprised me when he asked a seemingly friendly
question about the weather out here. I imagined him stuck in
the icy slush bucket that is a New York winter, and so fueled
his escapist fantasy with a detailed report on Albuquerque's
mild climes.
"Great day for a hike," I told him. "Might get a slight dusting
over 8000 feet, but it's fine in the valley." I went on like that
until finally he said he didn't need the whole forecast, just the
high so he'd know if the cheese would melt in a mail truck.
"Oh," I replied. "Um, around 55, I guess."
Just before I hung up, he muttered something about a fucking
moron. Man, I swear they have the best cheese there.
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