Upon my decision to move to the “Big City,” I was continuously forewarned that New York was full of “creeps:” my parents, friends and even acquaintances cautioned me against the cloying nature of some New Yorkers. However, out of the many menacing creeps New York offers up, the groups that made my shudder-inducing list are probably not what most would expect:
- The “Green-on-the-Scene” marijuana street peddlers. Apparently, believe it is perfectly normal to willingly hand out marijuana-delivery business cards to passersby. The dealers, the most popular of whom garner hundreds of callers a day, will literally deliver to the caller, and ta-da, green on the scene. Creepy.
- The hardcore beefy guys at Crunch gym. I just joined Crunch, and I have
been pleased with all the alluring, shiny equipment and fun classes that are readily available. However, as I have recently discovered, there are quite a few gentlemen of the extremely beefy variety who spend their time oogling the women who dare venturing to the weight room. Creepier.
- Talkative strangers on the train. And no, I don’t mean the Alfred Hitchcock movie. These are the strange men my mother warned me about; the assured guy on the subway who strikes up awkward conversation and then asks for a date. As far as I know, this friendly-man-on-the-train act could be the regular shtick for a serial murderer. If I have my iPod on and my headphones in, I’m doing it to avoid you. Creepiest.
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