the moment we officially became New Yorkers

Walking back from Grand Central, puppy plus Dave’s entire family in tow, a car kind of cuts us off while we’re crossing on York.

Dave and I both instinctively flick it off with both hands.

Dave’s entire family looks on in horror.

“I’m not even sure that guy actually cut you off,” Dave’s brother, Michael, said. “That was kind of aggressive.”

We shrug.

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