My dad was recently in the hospital for knee surgery, this is the 4th time he has had his knees done. I had to pick him up from the hospital. Mind you the hospital was in Manhattan, upper 70’s. I don’t need to explain the chaos Manhattan is in on any given day, let alone a Friday afternoon.
The plan was that I would call my dad as soon as I arrived in the city, once he received my call he would just tell the nurse to take him down and I would be waiting out front. Sounds simple. NOT! Here is where it got hairy. Daddy was not ready. The doctor still had not released him. So I had to drive around Manhattan until he was officially released.
Here the adventure began.
Around and around I drove. Passing between parked cars, trucks, and people. Did you know the Manhattanites have no rules when it comes to red, or green lights. Why is it they have cameras taking picture of cars running lights, and people are allowed to run lights, whenever they want.
What happened to Jaywalking? 
I remember the
commercial about not walking in the middle of block and waiting for the light to turn green, etc. Guess that is one collecting dust in some archive.
Are Manhattanites color blind? Or are they playing that old game, with a slight twist, red light, green light, one, two, RUN!.
Construction sites blocking half of second avenue, delivery trucks stopping, suddenly, on the side of the curb. Don’t they have rear view mirrors? Who really cares about the cars behind them? Did you ever try to merge into the next lane in Manhattan. A Lane! What lane? While cars try to merge into this imaginary lane, people just continue to blindly walk in front of you, and give you the look. I know that look, it is the same look I give when I am the pedestrian.
No matter what, I love New York City. I just don’t love driving in it.
merci