If you ever want to see what your neighborhood is really like, go to your local grocery store at a weird time. I went out for some orange juice tonight at like 9 pm, and just walked on over to the local grocery store, a chain in New York called the Met. Ah, irony.
During the day, the Met is populated by the young professionals of the Upper West Side; paralegals and exhausted financial analysts, buying hummus and wondering when their jobs are going to get more like they are in the movies. But at night… good God. The Met is like a were-grocery store. By day it’s unassuming and calm – by night it’s horrible.
In the ice cream aisle alone, there was a gigantic old man humming “Memory” from Cats, a guy in a full-body, skintight bicycle suit (with helmet), and an old lady with an actual live cat. I learned a lot about my neighborhood that I never wanted to know. I bought some orange juice and ran the heck out of there.
stevecronincomedy
hah, great title.
Thanks man. Stay away from Johnnie’s Foodmaster late at night.