In E.B. White’s essay on New York, written in 1948, he mentions, “…being slapped down by a bus driver for asking an innocent question..” This brought to mind my one and only experience of being in New York City for one day back in the 1980s.
Chuck and I were trying to squeeze in all we could: our first taxi ride, first ride on a subway, Empire State Building, climbing the Statue of Liberty, and seeing a bit of Central Park. This worked up an appetite, so we stopped at a hotdog vendor. My mistake was asking for mayonnaise. The guy lit into me like I’d asked for chocolate on my hotdog. I didn’t know mayonnaise on a hotdog was a southern thing, or maybe it was just a thing in my family. Talk about being embarrassed.