Fighting to fend off a Manhattan metamorphosis

Thursday, 19 March 2009 09:13

At 9:24 last Wednesday morning on Track 18, just as I was walking into Grand Central Terminal, I became a new man, a changed man, a different man.

You see, at that precise moment, for the first time in my life, I started swearing at a complete stranger.

Does New York do this to everyone?

What a terrible transformation after a mere nine months of working in Manhattan. Swearing because I was an hour late for work after my fourth torturous train ride in a row. Swearing because I couldn’t get around some poor woman, who was hobbling along the platform.