Polite New Yorker.

At Gray's Papaya, for one buck, they sell a button that says "Polite New Yorker."

Every time I have myself one of their delicious recession specials (2 dogs, and a 16oz Coke for $2.75) I'm tempted to get one of those buttons.

I think the feeling spawns from my internal need to be nosy and help foreigners (read out-of-towners) when they visit this fair city of mine. An open subway map is a signal flare that help is required. Berlitz? Frommers? It's my calling card.

I thought that in my down time, I would offer some sort of service where for a small fee, food and transportation, I would take people around the city to neighborhoods, restaurants and shops that they wouldn't normally venture to.

I find that each time I travel, if I know someone at that destination I usually have a better time because I get to go to those local hangouts rather than the usual touristy fair.

Sure my being paid to be your friend...but better that than eating at T.G.I.Friday's everynight at hugly increased prices.

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