In New York State, Part Un

The readers that know who I am know that I have a strange relationship with the State of New York. Between the familial connection and the fact that I was raised here, I constantly find at least one thing wrong with destination every single day.

   The fact that sales taxes is collected and stored in these sacks is a deal breaker, yet endearing a la Scrooge McDuck.

    Yes, a duck with a pimp cane is our tax collector.

In an attempt to hide away from such metaphorical highway robbery, I have decided to flee to the west coast. Yet, even with my short time in Atlanta due to lay-over, I have noticed that not being in New York has all sorts of perks, unbeknownst to me.

Unfortunately, none of those perks involve seeing this come into my possession.

Staying with the financial theme, one big one is the change in sales tax. It is was refreshing to see the price of a candy bar and be able to say “yes, I will pay that amount” and then not have to be rung up for an extra ten percent. Granted, buying things in an airport is never a clear indicator of that place’s market, since every thing is more expensive anyway. Including the booze. Especially the booze.

The expense of booze was to deter pilot’s from drinking. Needless to say, it was a fun plane ride.

   Another great perk is when you find a special kind of person; you know, that one person that’s willing to talk to you about their travels and life. The person that is friendly and nice, and just wish to pass the time in the air interacting with someone. The person that is plain ignorant and gullible.

  Meeting someone with no sense of what the state of New York is like is a wonderful experience. To them, you are a rough, urban city dweller, that has much experience of the world, and lives in one of the most inspiring and dangerous places in the country. But really, they just think the entire state is a large city - and to prolong that thinking is not only hurtful to their intelligence, but is hilarious.

This is what gullible non-New Yorker actually believe New York state is.

  This is what New York state mostly consists of. Admittedly, New York City is pretty much our cornerstone of civilization, but we have other places. Just… not as impressive places. Actually, most other places are kind of sad. Especially between the cities of New York City and US Niagara Falls.

Within that blue section, it's pretty much depressing.

  However, I must say, that if the airport is indicative of the place I am, Atlanta is both massive and well kempt. Also, Never make fun of anyone with a Southern accent; Atlantean (maybe?) accents are special and rather tolerable. Depending on who is talking…

… it becomes a glorious thing. As opposed to hearing a certain other someone...

    He just sounds silly.

  Stayed tuned for the next part of this series - Things I am Not: In New York State Part Dos, Californian Boogaloo.