doormen

So far, having only been in New York for 4 days (and how time feels like it is literally on fast forward here…), I have met 5 different doormen in my apartment block. Almost each time I walk out of the lift another one is sitting at the desk! They are lovely…but I am struggling hard to keep up with all the names. I find it so offensive when people get names wrong (my dad is a fiend for this)…so I am trying extra hard to ‘befriend’ each doorman, without awkwardly trying to discreetly read their name tags…insert ‘notes’ file in my iphone…

William – older black man

Tony – mole

Robert – hot one

etc…

I am hoping that by attempting to be on a ‘first name basis’, my overt politeness will cancel out any lack of tipping.