Trying to make it around New York City as a bum has been fairly annoying, but not as bad as I would’ve thought.
I’ve acquired a set of nifty skills:
Live off your office kitchen. So far today I’ve eaten three apples, five pretzel sticks, four Cabot cheddar cheeses, and three Starbursts. I’ll probably eat some high fibre bars throughout the day and more cheeses. That takes care of breakfast and lunch.
Sneak meals. For dinner I eat the packaged soups my boyfriend saves in the cupboards, and I top it off with bites I sneak from his roommates’ food stored in the fridge.
To be an effective food stealer, you must limit your bites, then destroy the evidence. If it’s a rice stir fry, swish around what’s left in the container. Sometimes I make the mistake of taking too many mouthfuls so I make it look as if someone moved things around in the fridge and toppled it over or something. Last night I took too much marinara sauce from noodle dish so I added more from the other roommates’ jar.
Know the ins and outs of transportation. I’m only five-feet tall so I can duck under the turnstile pretty easily at unattended stations, but most of the time I just end up walking. On Tuesday I broke my heel.
Go for cheap entertainment. I mostly go to free places anyway, but I have asked my lovely brother to pay for me before we go somewhere with a cover.