I love New York #28: It’s still a small town.
I left my phone at Odessa (the Ukranian diner on Ave. A) one night. Thankfully, I called the next afternoon and was informed that they did indeed still have my phone. I was estatic just at the prospect of getting it back, even if it were slightly abused, having been shoved around in a junk drawer with some forgotten half open ketchup packets. But by the time I got there, not only was my phone still shiny and clean, but the manager had taken the time to charge it for me, and even picked up the phone when my dad called to reassure him I’d be getting my phone back. It turns out not all New Yorkers are self-absorbed.
