A year or so ago, I stood texting on Madison Avenue (I have never wanted to walk and text) and on getting out of the way of someone walking towards me, I slipped of the sloping curb and fell flat on my face next to the queue for Laduree. My thought as I fell (besides "oh f---" was "who queues for macaroons."
If I were to draw a lesson from this it would be not to text on Madison Avenue – as relevant a lesson as any other.
I, too, have never wanted to walk and text, when one can be so much more productive in gainful loitering. And like you, I allow the macaroons to come to me. But Madison is full of exemplary experiences, I fear, and I thank you for this gruesome reminder; so I ply my careful way on Park wherever possible.
A year or so ago, I stood texting on Madison Avenue (I have never wanted to walk and text) and on getting out of the way of someone walking towards me, I slipped of the sloping curb and fell flat on my face next to the queue for Laduree. My thought as I fell (besides "oh f---" was "who queues for macaroons."
ReplyDeleteIf I were to draw a lesson from this it would be not to text on Madison Avenue – as relevant a lesson as any other.
I, too, have never wanted to walk and text, when one can be so much more productive in gainful loitering. And like you, I allow the macaroons to come to me. But Madison is full of exemplary experiences, I fear, and I thank you for this gruesome reminder; so I ply my careful way on Park wherever possible.
DeleteMany cheers of the day, mon vieux.