Anyhow, coming back from the beach on Saturday I took an F train 9which is an actual train, not a letter I am using to describe the train). Sober, adequate and red as a well-cooked crab I occupied the corner seat of the cart. For the beach I was prepared: cooler, chair, beach bag with the towel and random shit. For what had happened in the cart - I was not. On the next station two cops came in and started randomly checking on ids of the passengers, then signing some fines and asking to call some phone number. I fled the cart at the random station. My id was good enough for buying cigarettes, liker, and renting a car in some African-American block and not for anything else.
Yesterday, however, my luck has faced me if not en face but definitely in profile. Tell me, what are the chances of bumping into a complete stranger on the streets of NYC in two different places withing 2 hours? Slim, right.
Well, it happened to me. I never wait for the third chance to come by. Two is pretty convincing for me. So for the third time we actually agreed to bump into each other next week. This constitutes shopping ... in my roommate's closet! She has some amazing Versace, MXMR and shit :)
I am curious as what else my fate has for me in stock. Bring it on!