Wandering through the Rambles in Central Park this afternoon, I was set upon by three attractive midriff-baring girls with a boombox who mobbed me and proceeded to gyrate provocatively all around me as I walked. This is (sadly) not something that happens every day, and I was unsure how to react. I tried saying, “So … what’s up?” but they just smiled enigmatically. Maybe it was just a gag, but I kept walking due to a vague suspicion that associating with them was somehow going to end up costing me money. But geez, what’s the world coming to when you start to suspect every random passerby on the street who gyrates provocatively of having ulterior motives?
A few minutes later I saw one of the girls doing the same routine to an old stocky guy with white hair. How could she? I thought we had something.
I also saw Mel Brooks and Nathan Lane outside the Plaza hotel filming a scene for the new The Producers movie.
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