to New York City from California 21 years ago, I was frustrated by how differently I communicated in my new environs. I felt like a fish flopping around in the desert. One very difficult NYC day, I thought I’d console myself by going to Joe’s Busy Corner Deli, in Brooklyn’s Williamsburg neighborhood. Great food, no frills. “I’d like something like a meatball sandwich,” I told a meatball sandwich?” I was chagrined. “Yes,” I muttered, “I want a meatball sandwich.” Why was the language I spoke misunderstood? And why was everyone picking on me?
All You Need Is Less
Mar 05, 2024
2 minutes
You’re reading a preview, subscribe to read more.
Start your free 30 days