I'm on my cell phone, walking past Whole Foods, and this guy is hawking some Yoga Center. You know, "Take this flyer and save 10% on your next Bikram sweat-fest." The guy catches my eye, and says, "You do Yoga? Save 10%, dude!" And I say, "Sorry, I am on the phone here." And he says, "I'm just givin' you a flyer, man." And I say, "Yeah, but you are also shouting at me, while I'm on a call." He says, shoving the flyer at me, "Just take one! C'mon!"
Now, am I really going to support a Yoga institution that has employees who bombard you with information when you are having a very important cell phone chat about where you are going to go out for Happy Hour that night? I don't think so.
While shopping for a few items at the Union Square Whole Foods, I noticed that it was awfully busy for a mid-summer Thursday afternoon. Like, totally packed from the escalators to the smelly cheese section to the dining area.
Then, I took a closer look at who was shopping and no one seemed to actually be from either the Columbus Circle, New York City, or even the Tri-State area.
How do I know?
- Men wearing sandals with black socks
- Families of six; all wearing neon backpacks
- Little kids running amok at the food bar
- Folks unfolding huge subway maps in the tiny cookie aisle
- No one speaking English
I covered every inch of the store in search of these excellent gluten-free frozen meatballs; and everywhere I went, I was crammed, pushed, and knocked into by the throngs of tourists taking a day trip to the local supermarket. Granted, it's not a typical local supermarket. But, where else in the world do locals go food shopping with tourists?
I never found my meatballs. But, I did give directions to the Staten Island Ferry.