Day 363: A startling confession from a stranger

The guy smiles and says
"I'm just as behind as you
On my New Yorkers"

I was perusing the issue from the first week of April on the subway platform. I didn't have the heart to admit that I am actually backlogged to late January. Truthfully, the New Yorker is too smart for me. The articles are usually about 10 pages long. I lose interest in Callista Gingrich after 2 pages, TOPS. I mostly just read the cartoons.

Also, that might have been the New York-iest pickup line ever.

Day 362: Semantics

It's called a sidewalk
Not a side-dawdle-and-gawk
Or side-text-bumble

Day 361: I can barely keep my hands off of you

Gawping tourist teens
Smell like their prized souvenir
Is Axe Body Spray

It amazes me what people get excited about when they come to New York. These German kids had cleaned out the nearest Duane Reade. Sure, they had the requisite pile of bags from Macy's, but they were most excited about poking each other with nail polish pens.

I think the Axe commercials are so revolting that I am not going to post them here. That should give you a heads up if you go a-Googling.

Day 360: Reading

An old man devours
A Spanish dictionary
As if it's thrilling

Or maybe he just had Fifty Shades of Grey (a.k.a. that book everyone is pretending they are not reading on their Kindles) tucked between the covers.

Day 359: Somewhere in Brooklyn, 6:30 PM

I try not to see
The strange name on your buzzer
The new white curtains

Day 358: Kitchen crisis

Tasty snack prepared
Roach darts across counter top
Appetite destroyed