Um, Progress?

Food Emporium, 1st & 72nd, 9PM

Woman On Cell: “Well, you tell that your brother that if he dares to bring that little bitch to MY Seder, he is no longer my son. What? What? You know I don’t care about that. And at least your uncle’s boyfriend is Jewish.”

I followed her for another minute to get more, but the rest of conversation was about fish. Seriously though, I get my best material at Food Emporium. Something about grocery stores makes people forget that other people have ears. I always take a pen to Food Emporium.