“Are you an investment banker?”

Where: St. Mark’s and Ave A, East Village, NYC
When: 6:45 PM

Long story short, as part of my move, I had to do a lot of dry cleaning, and at 6:45 PM on a Tuesday night, I was walking down the street with my 3 suits wrapped in their obvious dry-cleaning wrappings (plastic and coat hangers).

A passer buy asks me, “Are you an investment banker?” At first, I didn’t think he was talking to me, so I just ignored him as I fumbled with my keys. But he asks again, “Are you an investment banker?”

“No,” I replied, sheepishly, “Just got a lot of laundry to do…”

“Right…It’s too early in the evening!” He replies as I enter my building.

For those of you who didn’t get it, the point of this little interaction is to highlight two nearly universal truths of New York City.

1. Investment bankers wear suits to work and do a lot of dry cleaning.
2. Investment bankers are almost never out on the street picking up their dry cleaning at 6:45 PM on a weekday due to long hours.

This obviously is not earth shattering news, but I thought it was funny that this guy called me out on the street for being so out of place.

And for those of you wondering, no, I am not an investment banker.

Opa! Opa!

If you speak Korean, you already know why it’s funny that a Greek restaurant in Astoria, Queens, is called Opa! Opa!

For the uninitiated, “opa” in Korean literaly translate’s to a female’s older brother, but can also denote other relationships between an older male and a younger female, both platonic and otherwise.

Now, can someone tell me what “opa” means in Greek?