About sixty-five, walking down the street, wearing a hat. Every time he passed a woman, he tipped his hat. This was midtown Manhattan at 5:15 PM! There are hundreds and hundreds of women on every block! Yet every one got a tip of the hat.
by Hannah @ 5:50 PM
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2 Comments:
I might expect that down south, but certainly not in NYC. Good for him.
I'm feeling slightly better about my eldest daughter moving to Manhattan now!
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