After some initial trepidation with the Select Bus Service, I overcame my fears and have been heartily enjoying my bus ride to work with its view of the maybe-slightly-cleaner-and-fresher-than-the-subway great outdoors for the past few days.
My favourite of the things I wouldn’t have seen had I taken the train was this, painted on the side of a cargo van:
Apparently it’s the seafood catering division of the gourmet grocery store Citarella:
And you can bet I’d hire them for my next (first) dinner party if seafood didn’t swim in its own poop.
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Would snakes count?
Maybe water snakes. And also sharks. There’s a real hole in the market where shark salad sandwiches should be.
Damn straight, Katie.
I would give ANYTHING if I had thought of this name first. I’d be a fishmonger right now instead of a writer if I had, I can guarantee you.