METROPOLITAN DIARY
Friend of Chayyei Sarah: I just love looking at all this jewelry. Isn’t this gorgeous? Ooooh, look at this table over here!
CS [slightly bored]: mmmm hm. Very nice.
FOCS: Are you going to buy anything?
CS: I don’t think so. I don’t need any more new clothes or jewelry. I just did a lot of shopping when I was in the States . . . Oh! Look! The used books table! They’ve always got lots of English books! Meet me over there, OK?
--20 minutes later—
FOCS: So, did you find anything, Sarah?
CS: Yes! Look! I’ve been needing a copy of
FOCS: Ew!
CS: What, ew?
FOCS: Those are hard books! I like easy books.
CS: What, you mean, like, Danielle Steel?!?
FOCS: Yup.
CS: Ew!
FOCS: I don’t know how we are friends, Sarah.
CS: You are so
FOCS: I’m going back to the jewelry. Find me when you’re done, OK?
We both left the fair happy with our purchases: She with a beaded necklace in a trillion colors, and me with my books by Emily Bronte and Tracy Chevalier. And we’re still friends.
* A few years ago, in the now-defunct “Metropolitan Diary” section of the New York Times, was a little vignette about a woman who was moving from the
“Lady, you ain’t gonna like it on the
Appalled, she asked how he could possibly predict such a thing without knowing her.
“I move a lot of people,” the mover said. “People on the
A year later, the woman wrote, she was back on the
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