Walking down 125th street is a step back in time — hawkers and snake-oil salesmen are elbow to elbow with “authentic” DVDs and Gucci handbags. Most of the time the sellers are talking to eachother … and sometimes to some hot young (or not so hot or not so young) thang walking down the street. Here’s what we heard today:
YO. YOU GOT FEET!
I GOT SOCKS!
YOUR FEET HURT?
GET A T-SHIRT.
Awesome.
Note: We got neither socks nor a t-shirt, but a blog-worthy effort to be sure.
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My favorite is the guy I saw on Broadway on my way to Penn Station who was not actually selling anything – except maybe a five pound box o’ crazy.
He had a “puppet” that appeared to be nothing more than a filthy and frayed washcloth. As people walked by he made a mouth-snapping motion with the nasty piece of fabric and went “RAWWWWRRR.”
Performance art? Maybe.
Wait, I’ve seen that guy!!
Oh .. hmm, maybe ’twas just conrad. Argh …