On 59th Street the other day, coming from must have been either the hospital or a doctor's appointment in the neighborhood where I work, was a little old lady in a brown tween suit, with the kind of mashed up face that older women sometimes have. She was being pushed in a wheel chair by someone who clearly worked for her and was helping her get around. On her lap, she had a big shopping bag from Agent Provocateur, which is a haute-fashion undergarment store. (The link is definitely not work-safe.)
I love New York.
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