Tug just doesn't fit in

Warning, this post is not for folks that like or love New York City. You might as well visit another blog because everything I'm gonna say here is just going to make you mad. You've been warned.

Well, it was bound to happen and it finally did. Here I sit, smack dab in the middle of Manhattan on the busiest street in the entire city...unreal. Yep, I had to come up here for a trade show.

I have never, ever, ever wanted to visit New York City. There ain't a thing in the whole blasted place I care to see. Tall buildings don't impress me. Gaudy landmarks do nothing for me. The 8.3 million whiny, pushy, angry people disgusts me. The 10,000 taxi cabs nauseate me. The "church" of Scientology that I have to pass by every day sickens me. As far as I'm concerned they can take this whole ugly place and flush it down the toilet where it would fit right in.

In my defense (not that I need to defend myself because this is my blog and not yours) I've got a pretty bad cold; coughing, sneezing, runny nose, headache, burning eyes, scratchy throat and on top of all of that (not to be gross, but...) got diarrhea and cramping stomach today. I started out trying to look on the bright side and look for things to like about this place. Well, I gave up on that shortly after. There ain't one thing I like about this place. Wait, I take that back... the one thing I like about it is that I DON'T LIVE HERE!!! I even tried to see some good in the people here. That got squashed after some clown jumped in front of me after I had hailed a cab to get back to the hotel from the convention center. Throw in the jerk in the hotel elevator that said "there's one in every crowd" after I stuck my suitcase in the closing door so I could get on. Oh, and the little angry woman in the restaurant last night that was yelling and screaming at the waiter just because he didn't bring the kind of bread that she liked. Plus all of the pushy, nose in the air, suit wearing, "I'm better than you" people that apparently think I am invisible. Man, I can't wait to get outta this stinking place.

I was trying to see what was near the hotel so I pulled up a Google map and low and behold the map shows some idiot walking around in his underwear with cowboys boots, hat, and a guitar. (yes, I know what he is called but I don't want his name on my blog.) I think that pretty much tells you what kind of place this is. I don't fit in.