This weekend I was walking through the busy and beautiful Union Square. I was on a mission. I was shopping in the flower market that sits in the square park. I bought 5 beautiful Impatients that I knew would look fabulous in my new flower bed. With potted plants in hand I inched my way through the crowd to DSW to quickly browse the summer heels. I love Union Square because it is the only place where the east village meets the west village (weird and quirky meets hippie vegans). This is the hot spot for social and political activism. I could stand all day and watch the people protest about slaves in china, have a pillow fight, shop in the green market, argue that Bush is gay, buy organic wine, beg for the homeless, practice meditation, or adopt a puppy. Although I love the craziness the park has to offer, today it was about flowers and shoes. I had no time to argue about the war with a homeless man wrapped in aluminium foil.
I had almost made it into the store when a man stopped me and said, "Excuse me, are you from here?" Knowing that I didn't have time for a mini lecture, I quickly said, "yes, but I'm not interested in buying what you have to sell, I'm not converting to your religion, I don't want to adopt a kid in Yemen, and I won't sign a petition." I turned to walk away feeling quite satisfied he would leave me alone.
He just looked at me blank face and said, "OK...but do you mind telling me how to get Broadway?"
I'm a jerk.
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