I just completed four rapid-fire trips for work in NYC. Looking back, I saw a lot of random schtüff (no surprise). Here’s my favorites.
I saw the Best Wet Paint Sign in NYC:
We saw Sexy Spidey Sax play Careless Whisper and a Pomeranian sing Who Let The Dogs Out. In the same day.
A guy, with all the sincerity of a Green Peace volunteer, explain the meaning of the Fart Smeller Movement.
I was graced by this vision of the Patron Saint of Manly ‘Staches, Tom Selleck.
Saint Selleck shined upon me and granted a run-in with pal and fellow hairy Bay Areain, Jack Passion.