@holdup!holdmyphone! "who takes a taxi? ... basically, someone who is poor."
this is actually sometimes true, though definitely not in NY.
Where I grew up in North Carolina in the 1970's the bus system was the exclusive province of poor blacks as was a ragtag fleet of taxis-- all 60's era sedans with awesome handpainted lettering promising the rider 'radio-dispatched service' and 'air conditioning'.
The grocery stores and the shopping mall, which were a long way indeed from the black side of town had a phone installed next to the bustop that dialed directly to the dispatcher. Your choice was to wait in the scorching heat for a bus that seemed to never come, or spend more cash to a taxi. My family of course had more than one car at our disposal. I doubt anyone I know ever took the City bus or rode in a taxi. That was 'not for us'
as a parent of a graduate of this very same preschool I'm here to mention something implicit in this post which is that this particular preschool is REALLY fucking expensive, so like fuck all y'all.
I'm an old married dude, so this is a bit over my head (when I was your age we used to…)
But: I once dined at an AYCES place in the wilds of Long Island. It was exhilarating because of the great deal you were betting, but also terrifying because if you failed to eat everything on your plate they totaled it up a la carte. I almost had a nervous breakdown mid-meal because I was afraid I couldn't finish my dinner and I didn't have enough money to pay the full price. I would say it's something to stay away from.
I hate to say it pal, these guys may have been jerks, but your boss had every right to fire you. Think about it from your boss's perspective: Asking for a tip and then griping about it later demonstrated lousy customer service and could hurt his business. I think it's very black and white.
About the time Pret opened near my old office there was a long and surprisingly fascinating story about the company in the New Yorker. For a few months after I bugged the manager about the crayfish sandwich, which was 'in development'. It finally debuted and was AWESOME. I tried valiantly to keep them on the menu, but you can only eat so many sandwiches. As is often the case, the star that burns twice as bright, lasts half as long and crayfish can no longer be had in the big apple.
Once I flew the Delta Shuttle into LGA late on a foggy Spring night. The Pilot came over the intercom and said "welcome ladies and gentleman to LaGuardia Field" It made me feel all weepy in a 'Goodbye to All That' kind of way.
With that said, has anyone flown Air Canada from LGA lately? I had a delay so long this summer I could have walked to Toronto in less time.
Clean setting is for wussbags. You want blistering hot? Try the charcoal grill (and I don't fucking mean a gas grill). Makes a mean pizza.
Can someone confirm if it is true that the Englishfolk refer to their underthings as "Smalls". I heard this once and have tried to use it ever since. The result has been a lot of blank stares.