part two in a series: despite the snippy bitch sometimes behind the counter, the morningside post office is a nexus of kind people.
If you're going to lose your wallet you might as well drop it right in front of an ATM on a busy street. I'm a genius. (side note: want to know who will very happily freeze your debit card and checking account, but will not actually let you know about it? WACHOVIA)
While waiting for a stranger I wouldn't recognize, I opened my book to a page on which a woman was waiting for a stranger she wouldn't recognize.
I love it when I get to wear my orange messenger bag for a reason, as a signal to a stranger. Every time, I think of someone saying, I'll meet you in Grand Central, I'll have a red gardenia pinned to my lapel.
And then, a very nice man in a brown suit. Thanks, Lee. I wasn't kidding about the cookies.
