Metropolitan Diary; It's All in the Wrist

Dear Diary:

I’m not a New Yorker, but I know I met one.

When I was at the Times Square subway station I was struggling with the entry pass. I tried it several times and each time it would tell me to “swipe again.”

A fellow working on the platform saw my frustration, came over and took the pass, gave it one big swipe, and, Presto! The gate opened.

With a smile, he handed the pass back to me and said, “You got to have attitude!

-Laura Burchard

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Dear Diary:

Scene: Zabar’s, recent afternoon.

Counterman, calling out numbers: “21, 22?”

Fortyish woman, waving her number: “Here!”

Counterman: “Are you 21?”

Woman: “I was, once...”

-Ira Feuerlicht

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Dear Diary:

As I was walking down Second Avenue from 57th Street in mid-April, I noticed a young woman, early 20s, standing on the corner and talking on her cellphone while her toy-size dog squatted and took care of its business.

As the dog completed its task, and not missing a beat, the young woman — still talking on the cellphone — bent down and scooped up her dog’s poop with a dollar bill and dropped it into a nearby trash can.

No wonder the Europeans are flocking to United States shores!

-John K. Friedman