Hotter than the Finest Incense, Speedier than a First-Run DVD Bootleg
Saturday, about 20 feet outside my building the hottest sidewalk retail action on John Street was a guy with about 100 decks of Defense Dept's Iraqi-Most-Wanted cards. I, however, passed on his fine wares and bought my usual Saturday Rolex, light on the bling, kind sir.
Chronologically unrelated, but highly proximate: I saw my first average Joe piloting a Segway down Fulton street one afternoon about a week ago. Well, I use the term average Joe a bit loosely--I wouldn't normally use it to refer to a spandex cycling short-clad joker. But hey, he had nerd cred all over me that day and there wasn't much a little clingy crotchwear was going to do to change that.