I am sure you have seen the commercials. Siegfried and Roy in a 7-11, microwaving a hot dog. Little Richard bowling. And someone on their cell, photographing the incident with their magical photo-phone and sending the evidence to their disbelieving friend on the other end of the line.
Yesterday was my moment to wish for a photographone. I was smoking a cigarette and talking to StyleGirl in an attempt to alleviate the boredom of my day, when they walked by. A dozen young men in hot pink spandex bodysuits and matching hats. They wore harnesses (also hot pink) over their shoulders, each of which held a laptop suspended in front of their shiny hot pink chests. "Come see the latest Intel Something-Or-Other In Action!" they cried, their clarion call echoing down the canyons of midtown side streets.
My jaw dropped open as I murmured, "Oh. My. God." into my phone. "You're not going to believe this."