Monday, January 16, 2017

Who Carries a Hand Mirror?

Mario, who works in the store on the first floor of my building, is walking down Seventh Avenue carrying a large white plastic hand mirror. He stops, faces the street, and with a look of concentration, begins to manipulate the mirror until a bright patch of light appears on the building across the street from him.

He slides the reflection down the building until it's shining in the window of the newsstand, and he keeps it there, laughing to himself, until I ask him what he's up to.

"I'm just joking with the guy in the newsstand," he says, still laughing, and he does that until a UPS truck intervenes between him and his victim, and he walks the rest of the block to work, still giggling at his own cleverness.
One year ago today: Deep-seated Guilt
Three years ago today: Irish Farewell
Nine years ago today: 1-16-08 No Rest for the Wicked?

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