I just spent a week in New York helping my younger daughter settle into an apartment. Being under twenty-five years of age, she needed her Mom for the rental of a car that was used to transport various items of furniture and fluff from second-hand shops to her new abode. My extra set of arms came in handy, as well as my checkbook.
I thought East-Coasters were supposed to be on the fast track. It should be the slouchers on the West Coast that linger at the end of the on-ramp, no?