Men who shop

I walked uptown today with Woody during my lunch hour. He bought a pair of sneakers in Chinatown. They were "ED" brand (go figure). Every box said size 12 but the Chinese woman selling the shoes told him to ignore the listed sizes and just try them on. The price: $15. Woody loved them so much he didn't even try to get a discount. I think he could have gotten them for $10.

We then proceeded to Dunkin' Donuts for them to screw up my order once again. What's so hard about making a chocolate iced coffee? Here's a hint, just give me mocha and tell me it's chocolate. I won't even be able to tell the difference.

Woody also bought a cell phone cover off a cart at Downtown Crossing. In the middle of the sale, the owner of the cart ended up being treated by emergency technicians for some heart problems. As we stood there, an ambulance was arriving to take the vendor to the hospital. Luckily for Woody, the vendor from the next cart stepped in to finish the sale.

And it's a good thing Woody knows how to operate a lottery machine because he had to venture behind the counter in a Chinatown store to punch in a QuikPik for me for the daily lottery number. The woman behind the counter in the store had no clue how to operate her own lottery machine. My number didn't come out anyway. Thanks Woody. Tomorrow is Friday the 13th. I feel good luck coming my way.