They treated me like I was a ticking bomb and asked the dumbest, most boring questions. “So how do you like New York? I bet it’s very different from California.” No shit, Sherlock. “Have you done any of the holiday stuff? Ice-skating in Central Park? Rockefeller at Christmas?” Fuck yeah. I also took selfies of myself holding the Statue of Liberty in the palm of my hand and hung it over my fridge with an I heart New York magnet. “How big is the Los Angeles branch?” Big enough to avoid all the people who work there with me.
