08-11-2009, 07:38 PM
I was returning to work after lunch from a Starbucks at West 43rd Street
and 9th Ave. in Manhattan when I spotted a flyer taped up in a public
phone booth. I glanced at it out of curiosity, and was so amused I had
to swipe it and bring it back to my office. It's the kind of personal ad
that exists largely on the web these days, and is anachronistic in that
its original is clearly handwritten and the contact info is only a cellphone
number, with no email address. But there is something so New-Yorky
about it, filled with requirements and expressing a dislike for deception,
but naively hopeful. Redacted to protect the innocent. :-)
and 9th Ave. in Manhattan when I spotted a flyer taped up in a public
phone booth. I glanced at it out of curiosity, and was so amused I had
to swipe it and bring it back to my office. It's the kind of personal ad
that exists largely on the web these days, and is anachronistic in that
its original is clearly handwritten and the contact info is only a cellphone
number, with no email address. But there is something so New-Yorky
about it, filled with requirements and expressing a dislike for deception,
but naively hopeful. Redacted to protect the innocent. :-)
