Attention Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants.
I have located your shoes.
These silvery stilettos have been seen lying in the middle of the 42nd Street shuttle tracks at Track 1, just beyond the Stairway to Nowhere on the Grand Central Terminal side.
Pray tell Sisters: How have your soles survived the absence of these party shoes? What roads have your heels travelled? How can they stack up to the stories swirling in my imagination? What tales of your night life might these strappy numbers tell?
Alas, my vivid imagining of your revels quickly succumbed to my gag reflex. The sight of a very large rodent lying quite bloodily squished to death by subway car not inches from these accessories brought to an abrupt end my daydreaming.
Too bad.
2 comments:
no pics of the rodent?
Holy crap. A comment. I don't know what to do! What a devil ducky of a conundrum!
Look. Getting a photo of the shoes was hard enough. Imagine a crowded platform, furtive retrieval of camera, a shaky zooming of said tiny camera, and a rapidly oncoming shuttle. My window of opportunity was scant.
And the rat? It wasn't pretty.
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