My primary means of survival in New York (in terms of pride) is to pretend that “I meant to do that.” Exit the subway at the wrong corner? I meant to do that. This right-turn-only square that I’m making around the block to get back to where I had originally intended to be was a completely intentional detour. Wait in the wrong line at the supermarket so that I approach the Cash Only cashier with my credit card? I meant to do that. The company should be aware of its poor notification system. Walk to a "nearby" independent coffee shop or bookstore to do some work on the computer, then end up walking twenty blocks? I meant to do that. I’m just exploring the city. Push instead of pull? Well, that was just a stupid moment.