I'm not sure where this guy is finding $4 bottles of beer in New York, but he has written a good article expressing the frustration some people feel over being expected to tip everyone and everything in New York: Hey, Waiter! Just How Much Extra Do You Really Expect?
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
I'm in Copenhagen for the week, staying at a hotel that I was warned is in the red-light district. There is a strip club across the street, but it has thus far showed no signs of life.
On my walk back to my hotel this evening I passed a small person all bundled up like an Eskimo. I could tell that someone was coming towards me, but I didn't look up. The sidewalk was a sheet of ice and I was trying not to slip.
Just as the person was about to pass me I hear a woman's voice say hello in the unnaturally friendly tone of someone about to ask for something. I assumed she was about to ask me for directions.
As I looked up at her I saw, inside a warm fur lined hood, a dark skinned face decorated with unnaturally bright red lipstick. I knew she didn't want directions, but I also knew I still wasn't going to be able to help her. I'm not sure exactly what she asked me. It sounded like "looking for fun?" or "you want a friend?" or possibly - hopefully - something much more explicit in Danish.
There are many unfortunate situations I imagine a prostitute can find herself in. Walking the streets in the dead of winter seems distinctly sad.