My neighborhood kiosk is GHETTO!
Newspaper kiosks are an important part of any Manhattan neighborhood. At anytime of the day, you can pick up a newspaper, candy, porn, gum, smokes and porn. My kiosk happens to be right in front of the train station that I take to work everyday, so it is convenient for me to purchase my morning paper. The problem is that it is a 50-50 chance at best whether the kiosk guy has the New York Post or not. On day's he doesn't have it, I ask him why and he just shrugs his head and says I don't know, I guess they didn't deliver it. Meanwhile the convenience store across the street has the New York Post everyday. Problem is, it is ACROSS THE STREET! As I have said before convenience is one of the main reasons I live in New York City.
My kiosk is so ghetto that the porn magazines are so old, they still have naked pictures of girls with winterbush. My kiosk is so ghetto, their gum selection is 5 cent bazookas and freshen up gum.
He still has 25 cent juice drinks for christsakes! And we all know that "juice" was the last thing you would call them. It was water with some kind of cancer causing food coloring and a shit load of sugar.
The last straw with my kiosk guy was when Wednesday's New York Times did not have a dining out section in his delivery of the paper. Wednesday food section of the times is required reading for me. How can you have an incomplete paper? Don't you check these things out before you accept delivery. Now I know I should check that stuff out before I buy the paper but come on. It should just be there. Kiosk guy: you are on my shitlist.
