Yes, some tube socks and fried dough would be just the thing at 9 o'clock in the morning

Memo to the commercial geniuses who scheduled a street fair on a weekday in Lower Manhattan, blocking off Broadway from Cedar St to the Battery:

Have you lost your freaking minds?  People work for a living down here.  Nobody wants to buy your shoddily-made cheap-ass clothing and eat the deep-fried dogshit that the food stands are dishing out at the "festival."

Artist's rendering of key decision-makers

Kindly adjust your perspective.

That is all.