As I stood near the TKTS booth writing this thought in my notebook, I realized that: “Hey, I’m writing in my notebook while standing up wearing a blanket. These sleeves are handy.”
Then a woman in red stockings who was promoting the musical “Chicago” came tap-dancing over to me. “You’ve got my favorite blanket on!” she said. She had forgotten its proper name. “It’s a, um, Huggy?”
She handed me a flier for the show, which I was able to take easily because Snuggie has sleeves. I did not have anywhere to put it, however, because Snuggie does not have pockets. As I twisted to reach for the back pocket of my pants, the clingy Snuggie pulled away from my shirt and discharged a powerful bolt of static onto a sensitive area of my chest.
Ow!
On a regular basis, I bemoan my lack of pitchable ideas for newspaper/magazine stories to my friends. I didn’t realize the NYT was willing to print whatever bizarre brain-drippings any old weirdo can come up with. I think I’m finally ready to pitch. I’ll start with a trend piece about people who mock bizarre NYT articles.
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