the vendor who wasn’t there
tales from the street
What does one do when a mini monsoon surprises you when you exit the subway station…purchase a $5 dollar ticket to shelter of course! This shelter came in the form of the no name umbrella, in classic black naturally. The humble Nigerian man you see cloaked in black holding up two of those umbrellas would soon make his way in the pouring rain to conduct the most desired of business transactions. And as I went on my merry way with the top half of me somewhat dry, the cold harsh reality of water slowly filling my boat shoes made me realize that I was no match for the perfect storm…burn.
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