I was in NYC this past week.
Here are some sounds:
At the Metropolitan Opera House terrace, during intermission:
A lady, rummages through her pocketbook, grabs a tube of gel-like soap, squeezes a blob on to her hands, wrings them, catches me watching her, smiles:
“I’m not Lady Macbeth. I touched one of those trees, and someone had…. well, it was gross.”
In line at the new Second Avenue Deli [which is no longer on Second Avenue] waiting for a table :
With no tables for 2 available, the hostess asks who wants to sit at the counter. A couple of slightly chubby middle-aged sisters go off to the counter, come back out way too fast to have eaten anything.
Middle-aged woman, to the waiting line: “We didn’t fit.” Shrug.
In the waiting room of the doctor’s office at Memorial Sloan Kettering:
A man on his cell phone: “They’re gonna do a partial nephrectomy on January 28.”
Man on cell phone again, minutes later, obviously with his office: “I can’t do January 28th, I’m busy that day.”
In the doctor’s office, Memorial Sloan Kettering:
The doctor: “Your CAT scan looks great! See ya in a year.”