| not so bad after all… |
Yesterday, while standing in line at the grocery store for what seemed to be standardized eternity, I picked up a copy of the recent Vanity Fair for leafing purposes, and came across a 2 page blurb about the “hot” Williamsburg, Brooklyn.
Not that this is new spin. But Oh Lord, I thought,what if all these hipster want-to-bes could be here with me right now? Buying rotten produce in depleted aisles. Squeezing past all the empty carts in the store strewn in every possible direction. Rolling their eyes at the high school cashiers, who really don’t give one damn. Watching the asbestos stirring semi-trucks barrel down the street, and to be listening next to me, right at that very moment- to the store manager, for when an elderly woman complains to him what a poorly run grocery it is,he tells her in condescending tones,”How did you get to be so miserable, lady?”.