On the Street
Walking south on University Place (from the Union Square subway station to Saigon Grill) I passed a flannel-clad young man walking with a friend. As our paths crossed, I saw a slow smile/smirk creep onto his face and heard him say, “I cannot wait for the debate tonight.”
And then, not more than a few seconds later I was passed on the right by a girl around my age who was animatedly talking on her cell phone: “I mean, doesn’t she read any newspapers?”
Meanwhile, my dinner companion and I agreed to be done with dinner by 8:15 — in time to be safely in front of a TV by 9:00 p.m. Guess New Yorkers were on the same wavelength tonight.