Help with a heavy door, a grocery spill on the subway and more reader tales of New York City in this week’s Metropolitan Diary.
Help with a heavy door, a grocery spill on the subway and more reader tales of New York City in this week’s Metropolitan Diary.
Help with a heavy door, a grocery spill on the subway and more reader tales of New York City in this week’s Metropolitan Diary.
Just Lovely
Dear Diary:
Walking into a coffee shop on Second Avenue and 63rd Street, I was having trouble opening the heavy door. A woman behind me grabbed it and held it open.
“Thank you,” I said. “Are you coming in or are you just lovely?”
“Both,” she said.
Eventually, we headed down Second Avenue together. She said she lived in Las Vegas now but loved New York. She said I looked like a New Yorker.
I said I was.
“Do you know someplace around here where I can get pound cake?” she asked.
I recommended a place three blocks away.
She frowned. I suggested a cafe that was closer.
“Oh forget it,” she said. “My husband doesn’t need it anyway.”
— Marion Barak