There’s beauty in the waiting.
It’s chilly out. A freezing 1 degrees actually. Just had an awkward experience with a woke barista ordering a latte in an aesthetically pleasing NYC coffee spot. Silly me didn’t “clear the screen” after paying. I also didn’t understand when she asked for my name. But I still left a tip, coz USA. I went to Zara. Was asked to “please hang yurr things when yurr done”. Hun I slaved the floor folding and hanging for years in a clothes store. And the notorious lighting in Zara fitting rooms? Let’s not go there. I then visited Skims for an overdue bra shop. Extremely overdue. I can’t stand frills and colour. I mean yeah they’re cute and all - until you get dressed. It’s so hard to find nude, seamless and attractive underwear! Honestly I much prefer an online shop. You know the kind where you overfill your basket then never check out? Much more satisfying. Snow sprinkled over Times Square as I made my way back to the hotel, but not before grabbing my nonnegotiable panino from All’Antico V...