I’m not sure why New Yorkers don’t laugh more often. When I crack a broad grin on the subway, New Yorkers duck, thinking the next thing I’ll do is break out in song and ask for spare change. Maybe not, because even the buskers don’t smile.
Check this sign out (located in front of the Aveda Institute in Manhattan, where students cut mannequin hair in the evenings–a dozen plastic heads sitting on their tables, getting groomed). I was laughing almost hysterically next to a couple of 18 wheelers vying for space in an adjacent loading dock.
Sign: Purchase $75.00 worth of product receive a Free Trial Hand Relief!
Me: (snicker) Hahaha.
Sign: *Ask us about our Facials!!
Me: Dying of laughter.
Also, I ate a knish today.
And walked through snow laden Central Park…
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