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iiKels
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| Submitted on 02/15/2010 |
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As we walk along the busy roads of New York City, we can smell hot dogs cooking and the almost unbearable smell of fumes coming from the dozens of taxi cabs, buses, and cars driving along beside us. We can hear car horns beeping and street vendors yelling, advertising their multiple goods. A young couple gets out of a bright yellow taxi behind us, holding hands.
We can see an elderly woman wearing fancy clothes walk her puppy along the crammed sidewalk. A long, white limo switches lanes to pull up to the very sidewalk we are walking along. The drives walks to the opposite side of the limo and opens the door. The hot sun relects off the shiny white door into our eyes, making us squint against the glare. A young woman places her white-gloved hand into the driver's and steps out. Her beautiful, pink, sparkly dress glimmers in the sun. She smiles, straightens her dress, and walks elegantly into a boutique.
An old man with a cane holds his granddaughter's hand as the light across the street turns from a red hand to a white man that looks like he's walking. We both can hear a police siren wailing in the distance as we shuffle slowly across the path. We stop at a street vendor and buy two I heart NY t-shirts and slip them over what we're wearing. To our left, a mother comforts her crying baby. The smell of hot dogs becomes so overwhelming that we have to stop and buy one ourselves. As we wait in line, we can hear hundreds of people around us talking. When our turn to order comes, we tell the cashier we want two hot dogs. He hands us two grilled-to-perfection hot dogs laying in lightly-toasted buns, each in a small paper hot dog holder.
We walk to a seperate table and load up our fresh hot dogs with ketchup, mustard, relish, and onions.
Passing an old brick apartment building, we sit on a nearby lawn to eat our hot dogs in the beautiful June weather.
As we finish, we suck the extra condiments off our fingers and walk slowly to the world-know Statue of Liberty, admiring its beauty as tourists in flip-flops and knock-off sunglasses from Chinatown snap photos of the beautiful statue.
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