Construction site coffee break.
Hardhat #1 takes out cigarettes. “Hey,” he says to Hardhat #2, already smoking. “You got a light?”
Hardhat #2 takes out matchbook, strikes match, holds it out, lights Hardhat #1’s smoke. “Thanks,” says Hardhat #1.
Hardhat #2 shakes match out, claps Hardhat #1 on the back. “For you, buddy, I’d burn this whole fucking building down.”
I love New York.
Into my subway car today come the doo-wop guys, who play the subway a lot. They four-part their way through “Jingle Bells.” The only people who put money in their little silver shopping bag besides me are the grinning young Asian guy with his hair in a man bun, and the Sikh in a purple turban.
I love New York.
Two tween boys walking down the street pass a newly installed holiday display. One grabs the other’s arm, points, and in mock horror says, “Oh my god, WHERE is that bear TOUCHING him?” They both crack up and walk on.
I love New York.
