Quartered And Dimed In NYC

The price of everything has gone up in the past few months. Juice, bread, milk, drop off laundry service and even baked goods at the coffee cart in front of my building. And I won’t even get started on the ridiculous prices I pay for lunch everyday. Yes, the price of just about everything imaginable has gone up except for my salary that is. It used to cost .80 cents for each pound of laundry I drop off. This morning, when I dropped my clothes off - I wasn’t shocked but not too pleased when I discovered that it just went up by a dime to .90 cents - a modest but slightly painful 13% increase. Then I go to work and proceed to buy my sugar bomb aka cinnamon bun as usual. But as I was about to place my crumpled dollar bill on the counter, the guy says – “That’ll be $1.25”. What! This, I was truly upset about – you’ve got to be kidding me. Now granted .25 cents or a quarter in itself isn’t a big deal but in percentage terms, it’s a whopping 25% increase in price. Now I understand the laundry lady and the doughnut dude has got to eat – BUT SO DOES BOB! I am not The Donald or some hot-shot investment banker – I’m just regular ol’ Bob in NYC dang it.

So bossman, you know who you are – if you are reading this, which you are probably not, but if you are and if you have any decency or sympathy at all for the residents of New York City – please heed my request. Greedy I am not but I seriously need a bigger raise this year! Otherwise, not only you but more importantly everyone in the city – will have to put up with a Bob who either re-wears his boxers more than once a day or goes completely commando! The choice is up to you big guy because God, Buddha or Allah forbid I have to do my own laundry like most residents of NYC. Nor am I ready to give up my morning treats either so - something has got to give. Because in the end – yummy cinnamonny-sugary goodness wins over clean underwear every day of the week.