My weakness

He's there several times a week. Shirtless, tan, mid 50s, sitting in his lawn chair on the corner of 39th and 7th with his shades on and the radio blasting. I can't resist him. Every time I pass I have to stop. Pashminas as far as the eye can see in every imaginable color. For $5. $5!! No matter that I already have 7 at home. It's really hot outside and really cold in my office and I need something to wrap around me so I can continue to focus on my job. And I need it in that gorgeous shade of green. For $5. And next week, I'll need one in a pale blue. No matter that I have 2 other blue ones at home (different shades!). No matter that it will be 85 degrees, humid and thunderstorming at our wedding, I need one in pale blue JUST IN CASE there's a chill in the air. For $5. It was all I could do to resist the yellow one I saw there the other day. Yellow, as we all know, is my new obsession. I needed it. But I was strong. Tomorrow, however, will be another story.


They say there's a sucker born every minute. And I would be one of them. And I kind of love it.