Spring has arrived! It's here! How do I know? I'm walking down the street and a puff of wind blows up the short-short skirt of the woman with her boyfriend waiting for the light. . . revealing there is absolutely nothing underneath. Nope. Not even a thong. I tried to capture another Wind Reveal, but the air was still. . . so you will have to imagine, dear reader, the startling sight in front of Ye Olde Bagel Shoppe that left all those waiting for a Pumpernickel-Everything-Toasted-With-A-Schmear agog and agape.
However, it being Brooklyn, all of the Mums pushing kids in SUV-Strollers, while staring, did not cover their children's eyes.
Nothing wrong with any of this. It's to celebrate: The arrival of spring in NYC: Daffodills pop up, Mr. Softee's sprout at every corner, and bare buns abound.