I stand on the platform with other train riders I am now so familiar with. Like, Asian girl with heavy black eyeliner and stretchers. Ahh she’s the best. Always sipping on her large Dunkin Donuts coffee and carrying her matching DD’s breakfast. That’s classic, Asian girl with heavy black eyeliner and stretchers.
The train ride is pretty boring, the train I catch gets a pretty awesome view of the city until it goes underground. It is near impossible to get a seat though, so I have to stand and do the awkward wobble trying not to fall on people as the train jumps around. 11 stops later I arrive at 42nd St – Bryant Park and it’s time to start my working day in Manhattan. At the bottom of the stairs to exit the subway station there is always a guy selling newspapers and I love it. He has a pile in the corner, sitting right next to his Chase Bank branded cinch sports bag. He smiles and says good morning to everyone, humming his own happy song sheltered from the big bad world above him. Everyone exits up the stairs at once, reminiscent of prisoners walking single file blindly into their destiny. As we surface to daylight, it’s time for the prisoners to get their hit for the day. Starbucks hit that is. I never drunk Coffee before moving to New York. Or Beer for that matter. But now I can’t get enough of those delicious brown beverages. Personally, I find ordering at Starbucks both intimidating and terrifying. Mainly because I don’t understand the menu and everyone around me has a deep knowledge of the menu and what their gluten, soy and dairy etc requirements are. Because of this I order the same thing every morning, Tall Skinny Mocha and Spinach Feta Wrap. Next comes the art of saying my name so they understand who its for and don’t write Steven on the cup.
On my 3 block walk from Starbucks to my office I notice everyone is in this Starbucks Grind lifestyle, especially in Manhattan. Cellphone in one hand, Starbucks in the other, held out in front of them like a sign of authority. Businessmen powerwalk the pavement in their untailored beige suits pants, black sports shoes and a horrendously oversized black coat that comes down to the knee. New York is meant to be known for it’s dapper dressed businessmen but I aint seen none! If Crazy Stupid Love taught me anything it’s that every man looks good in a tailored suit. Ryan Gosling could teach these idiots a thing or two.
Part of my morning routine also includes passing the same homeless people sitting on 6th Avenue begging for change. This is heart breaking and the most blatant comparison on the many lives led in New York. Businessmen who are on their blackberry trying to close a billion dollar deal walk straight past the homeless without a second glance.
I guess I’m part of this Starbucks Grind now. I’m no big time exec, infact i’m at the bottom but i’m part of the routine and I’m never going to say no to Starbucks.