To the man with the two surprisingly cute shitzus who held the building door open for me: thanks! However, I dread the day when I will open the door and have to assess whether the person trying to come in behind me looks more like a murderer, or a fellow tenant.
To the man on the subway with the coffee table: I bet you’re rethinking doing this Craigslist purchase during rush hour. Also: one of the legs is sticking into my hip.
To the woman on the corner giving away free Frappacino samples: you made my afternoon; feel free to do that as often as you’d like.
To the men and women who sell strawberries 3/$4 and zucchinis 2/$1 on their carts at street corners: good on you. I love your produce!
To the Upper West Side: wow, you really do have a lot of Jews, don’t you?
To the sad, middle-aged man standing outside of the Steely Dan concert begging for extra tickets: hahaha.
