Thread by @SNogg3

In NYC from 11:00 AM to 3:40 PM. Some observations...

*I walked Uptown on Lexington; approximately 75% of the people coming towards me were on a device of some sort.

*I walked Downtown on Second; approximately 25% of the people coming towards me were on a device. Hmmmm...

approximately HALF of the people I passed in NYC were on phone/device...

*On 57th Street between 3rd and Lex, EVERY PERSON BUT 1 had a phone out.

*Some young thing grabbed me off the street to try some wrinkle cream (should I be insulted?). I had about 20 minutes to waste until the restaurant I wanted to visit for lunch turned over from breakfast so I said yes.

She put some stuff under my eyes that really did make my circles look lighter, but I wasn't buying. Too bad because she really was offering me a bargain...$900 to 400. I started laughing so she brought it down to $200. (Insert eye roll!) I passed. Before my lunch came, I went

to wash my hands and glanced in the mirror. I looked like half of a raccoon. The cream had dried yellow and flakey. My server and the woman with whom I visited had said nothing and didn't even miss a beat. Lol!

*Alice's Tea Cup, Chapter II is wonderful. I recommend it highly.

*Walking back to Grand Central...while waiting for a light, a female cabby cut close to two people and yelled N****r, get out here. Everyone around reacted physically, like a bolt of lightening had frizzled through us. I took off after it to get a pic of her cab number,

but didn't react fast enough as she turned a corner to enter the 59th Street Bridge. Others checked in to make sure the man it was tossed at was ok. He actually laughed it off, saying that was nothing. It was just obvious that this was not ok to a bunch of basically white folk

on this upper east side corner.

And lastly, before I got to GC , I stopped back in the young thing's store. She was waiting on a customer, and I actually stood there quietly, though I kinda wish I had said something snarky then. I proceeded to tell this person how her cream had

made me look like a raccoon and that if I had bought it, I would have gotten home and found out I had been screwed over by her. She was very apologetic and tried to tell me that it was a mask and needed to be washed off in the morning.

Could she clean my face for me? I said, "your kidding, right?" and left.

Now I'm on the train.

So how was your day?