Quick story –
Walking home from the subway last night at around 11:30, I accidentally kicked a rock into the shoes of the man walking in front of me. Accident!
He was super bewildered and confused, looking all around suspiciously and nervously.
I felt so bad I had to stop and apologize.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t see the rock, I kicked a rock and it hit you, I’m so sorry.”
He finally calmed down, and gave me a placid, friendly smile. It was then I noticed what he was carrying.
“Are you KNITTING?” I asked incredulously.
“Yes,” he hissed defensively.
“With CIRCULAR NEEDLES?”
“Yeah…” caught off guard, he tentatively replied.
“Isn’t that HARD?”
“No, not at all,” he beamed.
“Well, have a good night!” I bounced off cheerfully.
Oh, my neighborhood.
I love New York. Just yesterday I snapped this photo of crazy graffiti on a subway route change announcement: