I saw the following on my Tuesday night Manhattan walk home: a well-dressed guy start impromptu dancing, finishing up with a back flip, in the middle of a traffic intersection.
Then, one block later, a human blur on a motorcycle pops a high-speed wheelie down the street.
Gotta respect that a New Yorker’s default status is “America’s Got Talent audition” at all times. Never not showboating.
“Look Mom! No shame!”
Oh, and look what else I spotted today:
“I hate books expressing opinions that are not mine, but I also hate fire. What to do?!”