Coming off the train at 11 pm I run into the same guy who I saw earlier in the dog park. Our dogs our fraternal twins…we bought them from the same guy, from the same litter. Now that Max is shaved, she looks almost identical to her brother Zelda, and they know it. Those fuckers must have spent a good 45 minutes chasing each other around the same icy patch of dog park this evening. Anyway, same guy, couple hours later. And I’m thinking “I’m so cold, I don’t have a hat or gloves, I just want to run home and not make small talk right now.” And this dude looks at me and goes “I have an extra hat, do you want it?” So now I have a hat. And also a new found respect for why I don’t live in Manhattan.

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