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‘I Thought to Myself: I’m Not Going to Rush This Time’
A pink push across the street, a kind of compliment on the Q and more reader tales of New York City in this week’s Metropolitan Diary.
Pretty Fast in Pink
Dear Diary:
I was standing at the corner of Lexington Avenue and 42nd Street. The blinking “walk” sign indicated four seconds left to cross.
Tired and somewhat defeated after a long day, I thought to myself: I’m not going to rush this time.
Just then, a tall woman dressed in pink from head to toe, with pink nails, heels, sunglasses and cowboy hat to match, slapped me on the back.
“We got this!” she said.
We darted across the avenue together and high-fived when we got to the other side.
— Nick Trepanier
Credit…Agnes Lee
No Seats
Dear Diary:
Seventy-five years old and late for an appointment at N.Y.U., I hopped onto a downtown Q headed for Times Square.
