Travel writing - Rush of New York

Taxi here. Taxi there. Taxi everywhere. I arrived at the airport, with a slightly false smile and damaged self esteem, I thought first class was supposed to be good? Tell that to the delays and derogatory mountains of people all scrambling to the beds. Of course, New York would all make up for this right? Well turns out, New York is called 'the city that never sleeps' for a reason, I thought this was positive, until I saw how many taxi drivers really are profane and extremely ill mannered. You see, I found this leaflet; 'You'll enjoy every aspect of this magnificent city. The Statue of Liberty was originally French, and the Empire State building is 443 metres tall, so maybe YOU can tell us how the weather really is up there!" This sounded promising to me.
First port of call was of course the Statue of Liberty, the original French monument sounded perfect for me. I love history, and all things French! Turns out, this place is just a magnet for tacky souvenirs and annoying tourists throwing their cameras in people's faces. I mean, how many angles of something can you take a picture of? Would have been nice to see the statue without some form of body part in the way.
Next place was the Empire State building, which I had even higher hopes for. I didn't even get to it before all these police cars and ambulances were flying past, like some sort of natural disaster had happened. I got closer, and saw a minuscule figure at the top, finally something exciting! Not the good kind of exciting, of course. So, they got this person down and I got a chance to get to the top - not something worth waiting for! The experience proved to be a disappointing waste of time, all I've had is tourists clinging to me for a picture, taxis screeching into my ear with a brain melting force, and a view of the city, which wasn't the highlight. The highlight you ask? Going home!