It’s been said that the longer you live in New York City, the less you leave your apartment. I got to thinking about it, and there is a lot of truth to that statement. What with the Internet, HBO and a Lindsey Wagner endorsed Sleep Number mattress, there’s little reason to venture outside into the big bad world ever again.
I can call the corner deli and have a bagel, cappuccino and a Post delivered in 10 minutes. For lunch, the Chinese restaurant brings by egg drop soup and dumplings. If I need groceries, I log onto freshdirect.com.
For entertainment, digital cable offers over 200 channels of non-stop entertainment – and yes, channel 35 still has porn, porn and more free porn. And I don’t care what anyone says; I can watch reruns of the Golden Girls all day long.
And I love my Sleep Number bed so much sometimes I need bionic strength to just get out of it. I purposely keep the phone and television in the living room just for that reason.
Now don’t get me wrong, I get out of the house plenty, but I alway love coming home.
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