Hailed in: Upper East Side
Hails from: Staten Island
This isn’t so unreasonable, but I’m afraid of car crashes. I almost got into one on my first day here—it was fine, but ever since then I’m very worried about hitting something or someone. Being hit, not so much. I just don’t want it to be my fault. Yeah, I have the worst job for that fear. I’m stressed a lot.
Hailed in: Midtown
Hails from: Israel I’m bad with bugs. All kinds of them, but especially roaches and spiders. I’m one of those guys who has to have his wife kill spiders for him. Of course my son wanted a tarantula for a pet. No fucking way. I don’t even think I could watch Spider-Man.
Hailed in: Soho
Hails from: California Nothing embarrassing. I don’t like heights but I’d never go to the top of the Empire State Building anyway. I don’t like blood either, but that’s why I make a point not to bleed. Do you have one? [Reporter embarrassedly admits he gets nervous around balloons because it’s terrifying when they just fucking pop. Also telephones.] Are you serious? Hahahahaha. Oh Jesus Christ, dude.
Hailed in: West Village
Hails from: Chile I’m afraid that I’ll be smoking a cigarette in my apartment and somehow it’ll catch the whole place on fire. I go through almost a pack of day when I’m at home because I don’t want to smoke in my bedroom because I don’t want to set the bed on fire. Whenever I’m smoking and I need to step away I always put it out because I don’t trust my ashtray. So when I get back I have to light a new one. It’s the most expensive fear ever.