8am, leave house, muling a laptop, a ginormo digital camera, a work bag, a NYC big girl purse, and 24 pound bag (not hyperbole) of drop off laundry. I take one step outside and take the biggest digger of 2008. Land flat on my ass (and wrist) surrounded by roughly a dozen people. None of whom help me. They merely point at me, muttering, "Americana, Americana".
I guess it takes a building or two to fall for New Yorkers (even illegal immigrant ones) to care.
