I camped out at Wholefoods the other day to take advantage of a controlled climate. Heat + Humidity = Hillery at her worst! Mostly I sipped coffee and read my book. But people watching in New York is unparalleled. One profound truth made obvious in its ubiquity? Spring heatwaves in NYC deliver lots of short black skirts atop white pasty legs. It didn’t occur to me until I noticed it everywhere else that I was guilty as charged.
Oh well. Some days a girl is like Howlin’ Wolf: built for comfort, not for speed.
