Back in New York

I really just do not understand this city.

Penn station has two Starbucks right next to each other. I'm not talking just around the corner like most of the city, but they are literally within a couple hundred feet. And they're both packed, so I can't even criticize it. I think this bothers me so much because I really want Starbucks right now but I refuse to stand in those lines.

Nobody gives you a receipt. I ordered a #4 for breakfast at McDonald's which turned out the breakfast burritos. I have no idea why I said #4 when I knew I wanted a #6, and I have no idea why the cashier thought I looked like someone who wanted breakfast burritos, but I'm not happy about it. Because if she just  gave me a receipt I would have been able to change my order before they cooked it.

All I want is a good breakfast in the city with a place to sit down and have free wifi. These are mutually exclusive things. A good breakfast place will try to pull you in and push you out in the minimum amount of time possible, or they severely limit the amount of places you can actually sit. And last time I said there is free wifi everywhere. It's still true, but since there's no way to actually even use it, it's kind of a mute point. Thus I end up back in McDonald's.

I also may have fell asleep on my train ride up from Baltimore and had nobody wake me up. So the conductor comes by and says "excuse me sir, we're in New York." I'm completely in a fog cause I'm embarrassed and rushing...and they apparently left the arrival station and had moved into the departure station. Which meant while I was trying to get out of there, everyone else was coming down to get on. It was awkward.

I'm really disappointed that there is no couch in the middle of the Manhattan that I can go to and take a nap on for the 2 1/2 hour I get between arriving in Penn station and actually having to be at work. You're probably thinking: "Bobby, be productive! Do your homework. Shop for Father's Day." That's what I do while I'm at work and they have nothing for me to do. This is supposed to be "free time," which is synonymous with sleep really, and I have no interest in EVER changing that.

Also, to be blunt, New York is a really ugly and dreary city compared to DC. I just don't get everyone's obsession with moving here.