This morning running east to west, I see a woman pushing a baby carriage in the distance. Despite being cold, I sidle up next to her peeking in to see the baby turning out to be a chihuahua in a bright blue turtleneck sweater.
I find myself saying to the woman, “He must look like his dad.”
She gives me a frozen smile, apt since it’s only 15 degrees, a heatwave in comparison to yesterday when it was 7.
Stopping in the deli to buy bananas, the guy in front of me orders a double iced-coffee wearing only a blazer. I have on 16 layers wishing I opted for more.
He gazes at my 2 bananas and says, “Have you ever put them in the freezer for a smoothie?”
“In the spring.” He appears not to get the joke.
“Aren’t you cold?” I can’t help asking.
“Cold is a mere state of mind.”
“You must be from LA?”
“How’d you know?”
Before I can answer, the woman behind me says, “Hurry up…and fuck you and your smoothies…some of us have to get to work.”
No, I did not make this up.
Just an average morning on the good old, Upper East Side of New York.
Written a week ago when everyone’s teeth were chattering.