I was in my local corner deli yesterday morning just grabbing a quick cup of coffee. I must have hit the rush hour because it was Jammed-packed with people scurrying through the store. Very unusual for this poorly laid out establishment.
Anyway, I was just minding my own business, making my coffee and I noticed two young 20-something women come in. Very Paris Hilton/ Nicole Ritchie esque. Anyway, one of them was clearly in shock at the number of people who were jammed into this deli, moving about. She said to her friend, "Oh-- My-- God!! I so totally cannot deal with this mad house..."
I was thinking that she was echoing my initial sentiments.
Her friend said, "Let's split this up: I'll get us cups of granola and yogurt and you go get us coffees."
Her friend started to looked panic stricken. She announces quite loudly, "No, you don't understand. I really CAN'T deal with this. I'm, like, so ANGORAphobic."
Right then and there, this sassy Chelsea-boy queen, who clearly heard the announcement like the rest of us, answered her without missing a beat, "Oh, don't be afraid of little bunny rabbits. Their wool is so soft." And he passed her to get in line to pay.
She looked shocked and rolled her eyes, turns to her friend and said, "See? I don't do well in open places."
She totally missed her faux pas and his quick quip.
I love New York.