reasons to love new york, no. 10

Tonight on the way to work I passed an older gentleman waving a half-empty bottle of cough syrup while engaged in a very heated conversation with a lamppost. My path required me to walk directly between him and said lamppost, but I think he was in the middle of making a very important point because he didn't even notice me.

To be fair, I was only passing through and I don't know how the whole altercation began. The lamppost may very well have started it.


cheers,
elizabeth