"Wait... your rent is HOW much?"
In New York, it’s oddly not considered rude, or even inappropriate, to outwardly ask a stranger how much he/she pays in rent. Mainly because we’re always worried we’re getting a worse deal than our friends, but also because living here makes you weirdly obsessed with real estate -- it’s hard not to peek into the bay window of that West Village townhouse and wonder how much the tenants pay, and Sunday afternoons are frequently spent doing Streeteasy searches “just to look.”
But that doesn't mean I want to be reminded that I could be paying off a mortgage practically anywhere else. That’s not why I live here. And yes, it’s fully crazy how much I pay for a bathroom to be in my kitchen, but I’m (mostly) over it, and I’d appreciate if you could be too.
"I could never live in New York"
This is a serious backhanded compliment.
"But how do you get your groceries?"
Why is it weird to walk to get groceries and then walk them back home? All it means is not buying in bulk or doing massive Costco runs. I wouldn’t want to do that anyway, considering my storage space amounts to one weird cabinet in my kitchen that I suspiciously can’t open. I once got overly excited about a 12-pack of paper towels on sale, only to get home and literally have nowhere to put them.