This guy, spotted on Metro-North heading toward Connecticut, loves watermelon. My husband took these pictures of him two minutes apart. Somehow, he put his entire face into a wedge of wamamama and emerged dry, spotless, and not the least bit sticky–and somehow oblivious to the random spectator who was filming it all. File this under: One More Reason to Love this Crazy City.
September 3, 2010 · 12:30 pm