You’ll Never Guess Why New Yorkers Are About to Receive Checks—And It Ain’t a Typo 🤑

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Well, I’ll be hog-tied and dunked in the East River! Seems the fine State of New York sat up one morning, looked out the window at all its people sweating under the collar of inflation, and decided to toss two billion dollars at the problem. Bless their tender hearts—and bottomless purses. 💸

The Governor, who spends most days wrasslin’ with lawmakers and nobody truly wins but the alligators, said they hammered out a plan so grand, they’re calling it the first “inflation rebate.” The name alone sounds like a carnival prize for folks who survived sticker shock at the grocery store.

Here’s the skinny: If you’re a New Yorker who managed to file your taxes, ain’t living under someone else’s roof, and earn less than $150,000, you just hit paydirt. Eight million folks could get a slice—though it may be less a slice and more a nibble of pie.

Married? Filing together and bringing in under $150,000? That gets you $400—which these days might buy you roughly three heads of lettuce in Manhattan. If you and your beloved earn between $150,000 and $300,000, that’s $300 for you. (Don’t spend it all on bagels, now!)

Single as a one-egg omelet or head of household and earning up to $75,000? Here’s $200. If you’re up to $150,000, you get $150. Single folks always get the short end, but at least it’s more than nothing—which is generally what the city coughs up. 🥳

No need to fill out any forms or risk your life at the DMV. These checks are coming automatically just as soon as the budget passes, which, knowing New York, should take a week—give or take a decade.

Governor Hochul herself claims, “I can’t stop inflation, but everyone across the state paid more because inflation drove up prices.” Can’t argue with that logic. Hard to stop inflation with a check, but it sure is worth the show.

Of course, not everyone’s singing Yankee Doodle. Assemblymember Phil Steck—whose necktie is likely wound as tight as his opinion—says it’s just a grand ol’ gimmick. He’d rather see long-term relief, or maybe a program with less confetti and more substance.

So, there it is, folks: Money falling from the sky—or at least being ladled out with a state-sized measuring cup. Catch what you can, and remember, in New York, nothing says “I love you” like a rebate you never asked for.

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2025-05-03 03:22