Photo by myself in the Diamond District, around 47th Street and Sixth Avenue.
Something about this photo with the lettering, pawn shop sign and characters reminds me of a movie. A mob hit was just awarded or a heist is in progress.
I will try to keep my kvetching to a minimum, as I recover from the chicken pox. Friday was a long day.
Among other things, I took a car service to visit my doctor in the city, since Mark was working. It's a long ride and the driver and I struck up a conversation.
'Where are you from?' he asked.
'Oh, I grew up in Boston but I've lived in New York several years.'
'I'm from Israel,' he said.
'I've heard Israel is very old and beautiful.'
'Let's visit it together, you and I.'
WHAT??! Was this guy blind? Did he not see that I looked like I'd run into a nest of angry bees?
I suppose I should have been flattered. I let him know my relationship status. He told me about his divorce. He told me about a 4-year relationship with a woman in Canada who was decidedly 'not beautiful'.
Then I introduced him to the world of online dating.
'Do you have a computer?'
'Yes,' he said, looking into the rear view mirror warily.
Related posts: Pawn Shops, the Diamond District, Tough Times, Midtown and Candid, Midtown.