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July 28, 2006
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A couple is emerging from their parked car in front of 360. The woman smoothes out her fancy halter dress and the man straightens his dress shirt and pants. An older woman with a cane leans against the pay phone, entrenched in conversation. As the duo adjust themselves, assumedly prepping for their bistro dinner, the older woman asks the person on the other line to hold.
"EXCUSE ME!" she exclaims loudly. "Miss, excuse me." The young woman turns in her direction.
Gesturing with her free hand, the woman with the cane continues, "You got a big sticker stuck to your butt,"* and nonchalantly returns to her conversation.
*Sure enough, there was some sort of tag stuck to the rear of the woman's dress.
Posted by callalillie at July 28, 2006 9:35 AM | Red Hook
I love stories like this.
Posted by: Sally at July 28, 2006 10:25 AM
My experience is that New Yorkers will always go out of their way to help a stranger.
Posted by: bobtrancho at July 28, 2006 11:27 AM
Great story! I fight my impulse to pluck stray hairs from people's shirts all the time. Maybe I shouldn't. Actually this reminds me - one summer morning, while getting off the F train, a kind lady actually pulled my skirt from the (sweaty) backs of my legs! Totally invading my personal space, yes, but very helpful nonetheless.
Posted by: A. at July 28, 2006 12:08 PM
One time, coming out of the john during a date in a restaurant, not one piece of toilet paper stuck to my heal, but one on each foot, about 12 inches long, each. It looked like a party streamer glued to my heal. It was like a parade. Needless to say, I was mortified. It was so embarrassing at the time, I couldn’t even put it on my blog. It’s safe now, jeez? I wonder why she never called me back?
Posted by: WilliamFuentes.com at July 28, 2006 5:09 PM
That does sound like she was being kind. However, I have mixed reactions to that sort of thing. If I have something in my teeth, by all means tell me - discretely. If I have a tag sticking out of the back of my dress and you feel the need to exclaim loudly across a crowded bar and call attention to it, not so much.
Posted by: Buttercup at August 1, 2006 10:53 AM
