Someone reprimanded me today about the fact that I didn’t write anything about man shopping during my stay in New York. She tried to impress upon me that it was my bloggerly duty to divulge my manventures in the Big Apple.
Bloggerly duty, my ass. This was a matter of schadenfreude. She just wanted the blogosphere to know how pathetically unsuccessful I was in New York.
But fine. She insisted. And I love her to bits, so I’ll oblige…
Dear readers, this was my “flirtatious” encounter:
- Sushi waiter – May I take your order?
- Man-shopper – Yes, I’d like an order of the Maki C, please.
- Sushi waiter – Ha ha I’m Maki D. HA HA!
- Man-shopper — What?
Oh New York, I love you. But… please.