Photo by myself in Midtown.
Typically in this region, garages are located on the side streets, which run east-west. The smaller scale buildings are found there as well, for residences and the occasional restaurant or store. The longer avenues, running north-south, are left for shop fronts, businesses and major skyscrapers.
There's a logic to how different types of buildings are situated, based on general foot traffic. I can't help but appreciate this logic, because after a while, it makes New York understandable on an intuitive level.
Today one of my new coworkers and I bonded over a long lunch. She told me all the gossip, and I'm sure there's plenty more to be had.
Once piece of info was particularly flabbergasting. I can't say what it is, of course, since the world is such a small place. Let's just say it's in the x-rated category. She told me as an old-timer letting the new generation in on one of the major office milestones. Isn't verbal history amazing?
So later I was off to happy hour where two other new hires were, and I let THEM know. But then they let one of the new hire's husbands know, who then announced it to EVERYONE at the happy hour.
When you have x-rated information, how could you not say anything? That kind of stuff is like wildfire. It's like knowing (and here's a purely hypothetical situation) that one of the male staff members wears female panties. That kind of thing.
To be sure, I'll be doing some crowd control immediately. I will issue a major shush. No one must divulge sources, though I'm sure all the other old timers know about the tidbit.
Every place has its skeletons, of course. Aren't the skeletons what make a place interesting?
As long as the skeleton isn't yours.