Expensive Diary:

It was a Monday early morning in 1985, and I was working late for operate. I barely experienced time to place on makeup and brush my hair just before dashing out the door of my Cobble Hill apartment.

When I received to the sidewalk, I hit my stride. With a Walkman wedged in my pocket and songs filling my ears, I loped down the six blocks to the subway, bopping along fortunately to Madonna’s “Material Woman.”

I even now had my headphones in when I received on the prepare. I rapidly sensed a ripple of mirth all around me. Someone said anything, and people started out to chuckle. I paid it no head and kept my head minimal, glued to my songs.

When the doors opened at the next halt, a girl in a crisp enterprise suit brushed previous me as I stood around the door. She motioned for me to change off my Walkman.

“You have your curlers on,” she explained.

— Reni Roxas


Pricey Diary:

Every early morning right before I still left for university, my mother would hand me an emergency quarter. This was again when cellphones ended up a luxury and you could not convert a corner in New York without having seeing a pay out cell phone.

“Only use this if you unquestionably have to,” she mentioned as I slipped the coin into my pocket, exactly where it would sit subsequent to the one particular she experienced provided me the working day ahead of.

I expended Fridays just after school in a modest barbershop in Corona, Queens, either acquiring a haircut myself or accompanying a good friend who was receiving a person. Just about every Friday, an older Dominican gentleman would wander into the store pulling a red-and-white camping cooler.

Inside the cooler was a black bag. Inside the bag was what I had appeared ahead to all week.

The scent of fried dough would overwhelm the combined scent of talcum powder, barbicide and bay rum that experienced lingered in the air by the day. A perfectly-trained nose could also decide on up the scent of onions, olives and seasoned ground beef. Chicken, too, if the man experienced any remaining.

“Empanadas, a single dollar and 20-5,” he would bellow as the barbers continued slicing hair without having flinching.

Every single Friday, I would dig deep into my pocket and fish all over for five quarters, just one for every single working day of the week.

This is as good an crisis as just about anything, I would assume to myself right before producing my ask for.

“You have any rooster left?”

— Carlos Matias


Dear Diary:

It was my very first 12 months of school and I was new to New York. As part of a great-arts training course, my classmates and I had been despatched to examine various properties in the city. Bonwit Teller, on Fifth Avenue, was one of them.

The assignment named for us to explain the constructing, so I crossed the street to confront it and started out to rely the number of flooring.

I need to have been counting aloud, since when I received to “five,” I paused, and a female who was going for walks by turned her head toward me.

“Six,” she claimed around her shoulder, and then ongoing on her way.

She was correct. I hadn’t counted the ground ground.

— Naomi Kassabian


Expensive Diary:

I was on my way to meet my mom at an art gallery in Chelsea. As I crossed 10th Avenue and was about to vanish under the Large Line, a little something hit my remaining shoulder with a squish and a thud.

I appeared at the floor and observed the eye of a silvery fish staring up at me. I also noticed opalescent scales and a little bit of blood on my shoulder and back. I appeared up and observed 3 sea gulls traveling overhead, possibly taking meal again to the river in their beaks.

I instantly seemed around to identify regardless of whether any individual else experienced seen what had happened. I motioned towards numerous teenage ladies who were being nearby.

“Did you see that?” I shouted.

They had, and we all laughed about it. Then I texted a image of the fish to my crush.

“I received strike by this fish,” I wrote. “I think this is tremendous superior luck.”

Hrs later on, she replied.

“I’m a Pisces,” the message reported.

— Neela Wickremesinghe


Expensive Diary:

My husband and I were being freshly married in February 1963 and speeding to what was nevertheless identified as Idlewild Airport for a flight to St. Croix for our honeymoon.

I was struggling with a huge map and trying to determine out how to get from Philadelphia to New York through the New Jersey Turnpike.

Noticing what I thought was a shortcut that could preserve us some time, I gave my spouse new instructions. Inevitably, we located ourselves blocked by massive detour symptoms.

I noticed a workman by the aspect of the street and I rolled down the window.

“Which way to the Verrazano Bridge?” I questioned.

“Well, girl,” he stated in really a major tone, “if you occur again about this time up coming calendar year, you can be the initial one across.”

— Kate Corridor

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