So Im poking around New York and fall into conversation with a friendly bloke who ends up inviting me to work security at a fashion shoot hes running that day at a local park. Around lunchtime I notice a well frequented pop-up pancake restaurant across the road from the shoot so I wander over and order the crabmeat and onion with dill to go. My order arrives and I hit it with some black pepper and a squeeze of lemon. Im closing the box ready to walk back across the road and... ...my alarm goes off. Time to go to work at the coal mine. Thats just not right, is it?
Posted on: Wed, 10 Dec 2014 19:22:52 +0000