I grew up very close to the GREAT NYS. Lived there as a little kid and loved it! As I aged and my eyes to the world began to open, I grew to dispise it. Hadn't been in years. My wife begged me to go just to "people watch".
Now, I love sharks, but I don't wanna swim in the shark tank with bull sharks, the uber-predator, diesel shark. So, it stands to reason, I love a dirt-bag with a mean mullet, in cut-off jean shorts and high top Reeboks, just as much as the next guy. I just don't wanna be in a confined area with uber-dirt-bag's all around me. CAN'T TAKE IT!
I made it about 45 minutes the last time I went with my wife. I held my own until I saw the crowd part. A rather obese woman in skin tight sweat pants, wearing a pink cowboy hat came driving thru in her Hover-round. As she got closer I saw the gaggle of kids she had in tow. The breaking point came when I noticed she was carrying a baby bottle on her massive thigh. It was being held in place by having it wedged up under her massive overlapping stomach. That was it.......MELTDOWN!!!!! Haven't been back since!