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‘I Was on an Uptown 1 Coming Home From My Job at a SoHo Restaurant’
A briny snack on the subway, love in the air in Park Slope and more reader tales of New York City in this week’s Metropolitan Diary.
Pickled
Dear Diary:
I was on an uptown 1 coming home from my job at a SoHo restaurant.
As I sat there with my backpack and big black headphones, a man sitting nearby took a jar of pickles out of a plastic shopping bag. He opened the jar, ate two or three pickles and then extended the jar to me.
“Pickle?” he said.
I thanked him but declined, gesturing to the meal in my own plastic bag I was bringing home from work.
He shrugged and continued to eat pickles and sip the juice.
— Cara Denton
Love Is All Around
Dear Diary:
It was a Saturday morning in late summer. I had run out to buy bread and was walking home along Sixth Avenue in Park Slope.
At Carroll Street, a construction worker was redirecting traffic away from the block, which was closed for road work.
