A few days ago I was walking East to the 1 train on Canal Street. A man was walking in front of me. It was raining for a change. He folded his little black umbrella as we were under some scaffolding, safeguarded temporarily.
And then, all of a sudden, out of nowhere…
His umbrella exploded. The handle popped off and went flying skyward at about 80 miles per hour. It hit the scaffolding and landed with a “WHACK!” on the sidewalk.
Be careful of exploding umbrellas people. A new hazard.
Next up: my son and I were walking out of our building last week when I noticed a small crowd gawking at the trunk of a van across the street.
“Let’s see what that is,” I suggested, imagining some very large dogs as I saw fur ahead.
What did we find? Not dogs. Nope. Giant Whiskeypigs, promoting their favorite alcohol, Whistlepig. What is a Whiskeypig you ask? It is a giant, hairy, drunken pig. These two darlings promote their brand at events. They weight over 135 pounds and they’re quite darling.
“Those are the softest pigs I’ve ever touch,” my son told me when we finally broke ourselves away.