The obvious statement is that when a lot of people are close together, people are bound to smell each other. The other factor would be occasionally walking by big piles of garbage. Sometimes you won't be able to tell the two apart.
9. Releasing My Raw Sexuality
One time I walked over an air vent in a dress and everyone saw my butt.
8. Prices of Hotels
I mean, I'm sure if you didn't stay in the fun part of town you would be able to get a reasonable deal, but I had to take out a loan to stay near Time Square.
7. No Cats
I saw plenty of dogs, but I would really appreciate it if everyone could start leashing their felines and taking them to Central Park for me. Duh! Thank you!
6. People Handing Out Flyers
It's obvious that the busier the street, the more of these flyer people there will be, but if you want to show me something, kindly get my attention instead of putting your hand in front of my face. Even if I was interested, this move would make you lose a customer.
5. A World of Difference
It's wierd when your trip is exactly opposite of what people or the media lead you to believe. From what I experienced, Manhattan and New Jersey were clean, nobody tried to mug me, hardly anyone was abrasive, and people saw my butt when I walked over an air vent.
4. Carrying Luggage
I packed lightly, yet still found my backpack bumping into people, slowing me down and making my back uncomfortable. Woah, did I say backpack? I meant frontpack...boobs...
3. The UN Thing
There was a neat little protest against the arrival of Mahmoud Ahmadinejad and apparently Canada walked out. That doesn't really relate to my trip, but it sucks to suck, okay!?
2. The Casual Vacancy
If J.K's new book came out just a week earlier, I would have had something to do for the three hours I sat around in the airport waiting (due to a delay with my plane) but NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! That's fine, looking at twitter and instagram was much more stimulating. Everyone has plenty of interesting and poignant things to say, show and reply to on there.
Coming back sucks, but so would the price of buying Dr. Oz's studio at 30 Rock and turning it into my home (because from the sounds of it, that would be about the same price as any other living situation in that city).