I Love New York

Where else but New York can you get your hair cut by a totally insane man who only does short hair cuts for women (and insists that the ocean is not polluted at all and that fish die immediately in tap water because it has contaminants); go across the street to the bra shop run by a fat Orthodox guy who just looks at you and knows what size bra size you need and then sends you to the back with the Jamaican women who runs the shop with him so she can analyze whether style of bra he sends back is a proper fit; see a woman with a face half covered in Maori tattoos; and finally be stopped in the middle of the street by a middle-aged guy with a Eastern European accent who wants to know where he and his family can get home-style Kosher food since it is the Lower East Side, thus something must be nearby?  Damn, I love it here.