Real Townie

I've thought of myself as a real New Yorker for a while now. I grew up (threw up?) on Long Island and moved into the city 5 years ago. I think it became official the other day when I got stopped twice on the walk to work by people to ask me questions. That right, I walk to work in Manhattan.
The first stop was a woman on 57th Street asking me where the closest bus stop was across town. I told her it was between 6th and 7th instead of at the corner. She thanked me and I was off again. The second stop was next to 30 Rock where a woman who was with her 2 kids and husband asked me whether or not going to the top of 30 Rock was better than the Empire State Building. I told her it was because the lines were shorter, the price was cheaper, the view was better since you see Central Park and the Empire State building, and finally, the coolest part that the kids would love, once in the elevator the lights go off and the ceiling becomes transparent and you see yourself shoot all the way up. She thanked me as that sold them on it.
Yup, I was pretty proud of myself.