New York, 29 Oct 08, 1:05am
Three items noted:
1. In yuppie Chelsea: balding chubby man, leaning towards hip, if not groovy, loudly into his cellphone: “Where’s my door? Pedro, it’s been four months…”
2. In Greenwich Village: Blur of motion on sidewalk. A tall bearded man in tree-hugger fashionware pivots on one lanky leg and punts his large drinks carton in an impressive arc to land with a thunk in front of a truck waiting at the lights. Looks hard, then spins to walk away.
3. In (dangerously crowded) MoMA: largish bottle blonde lady very loudly into her cellphone: “Can you go in and see if I packed a white shirt for the tuxedo…?”
