After parking my car in the snow I realized that meters on Third Avenue run until 10pm. And Mrs. Poop didn't bring her wallet so we had no quarters. Just as I was about to go into the Chinese restaurant for change of a dollar and get told "you must buy eggroll" the universe delivered to me the Concierge.
At that moment he emerged from a Thai-Spanish (his description) restaurant. And I said "excuse me sir, do you have change for a dollar? Of course he did.
Monday, February 19, 2007
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