On the Local

Strange things that happen to me or people I know while in transit in NYC.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

11/7 Midtown

Drunk British Dad with one arm around his teenage son's shoulders: We've stopped walking. Why've we stopped walking?
Sober British Son: There's a light. Now, let's try to be a little less drunk now, shall we?

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