Reason #4003 why I love New York, (and don’t worry about all this excessive cheeriness, I feel a major snark-fest on the horizon.)
My adorable, charming, funny, smart, married doctor requested blood for some tests. My insurance requires that I go to a facility rather than have him take it in his office. Just as well, actually, most doctors can’t hit my nonexistent floating veins for shit. Anyway, I scheduled an appointment and went to the facility at 7:30 this morning. I arrived 10 minutes early and the place wasn’t open yet. Ordinarily I wouldn’t mind waiting, but today’s temperature was a balmy 9 degrees, with 25 mph winds. It was freezing, damn it! I waited for about two minutes then went to the building next door. It was an old money, very pricey, co-op. I smiled at the imposing scary doorman.
“Excuse me, do you mind if I wait in your foyer? There’s no one next door yet and the wind is really cold.”
Imposing Doorman looked at me hard. He checked out my clothes, my shoes, then looked back at my face. Incredibly, he smiled.
“Of course, Miss,” he said. “Why don’t you come in the lobby and sit down. You are welcome to wait here until they open. It’s quite chilly outside.”
I wanted to throw my arms around him and kiss him. Instead I smiled back and thanked him profusely.
Just another fabulous New York moment.
That’s why it pays to accessorize properly.
FROM LISA B. – Bingo, Dagny! FYI, that’s exactly what my Mom would have said
Lovely post but you gloss over the very important first line. Blood tests!! Yikes!!! Blood tests are terrifying!!! Is this related to the aftermath of your bad gland hovering sore throat? I’m sorry you’ve been feelin’ poorly, but so glad you got to go have your birthday with your mom and that there’s this nice doorman who lets pretty ladies in out of the cold. Hope it all went well.
FROM LISA B. – Thanks Honey, I’m fine. Just basic maintenance tests, like a car lol. Hope all is good with you!
Heck, I’d give you the keys to the place, you cute kid.
I’m glad you had shelter.
FROM LISA B. – Awww, you rock!!!
9 degrees indeed! I gotta wonder if he’d still be living if he had said no!!!!
FROM LISA B. – I probably would have burst into tears
Every time I say to That Man of Mine how much I love the City and he says everyone there is rude, I have to remind him that it’s been a long time since he’s been there (long before 2001) and attitudes have changed drastically.
FROM LISA B. – I love New Yorkers. They are simply awesome people!
That’s the New York, you don’t hear enough about. It somehow became more trendy to talk about rudeness and NY in the same sentence. I’ve run into both rudeness and amazing kindness all over the planet.
Well, well, whaddaya know? Southern manners in the Big Apple.
I wonder what he’d a done if you HAD kissed him? Moreso, I wonder what YOU’D a done! LOL!
Can I come to the snark fest?
Shots I can handle. But having blood taken is so scary!! You’re the only person who could turn this into a positive story! Whooo!
LOVE when stuff like that happens – restores one’s faith in humankind (or something)
Score one for LisaB!
Always pays to have manners and present yourself well. It’s all in presentation.
Sorry but I have to think he was hoping for a nice tip, he probably sized you up to see if you looked like you would, he was the doorman after all and they depend on tips…
It must have been the shoes. If you had ratty shoes on, I’m sure he’d have thought you were homeless and left you in the cold.
Or maybe you just dazzled him with your amazing beauty. You would have had that effect on me I’m sure.
I hate walking from my car to a building in this weather. I can’t imagine stomaching being outside for a block or two. Then again, that’s why they call me a suburban girl.:)
Gah, I hate needles!! But I like nice people.
awwww so sweet…i am sure you charmed him over though missy!
You must have had on some great shoes, do tell!
Reminds me of when Carrie was waiting for Big in his foyer and she was pissed and said the doorman probably thinks she’s a hooker.
Not that you look like a hooker! It’s just the New York-Doorman thing.
iT’S THE SHOES! EVERYBODY KNOWS….IT’S THE SHOES!
When good things happen to good people. That’s an idea for a book title.
It’s times like this in life when I find Cindy Adams on my shoulder saying, “Only in New York kids, only in New York.”
You should give him a nice fruit basket.
True enough. Unfortunately these moment are few and far between, as you already know. Hope you get more than your fair share of em!