Dear Woman Who Knew The Exact Name Of My Nail Polish,
I think you’re pretty fantastic, and the fact that you paused your music to show me new colors you thought I’d like really made my day. People like you are the reason I’m convinced that New Yorkers are just the subject of bad rumors. I wish you a year of chip-free nail polishes and polite, friendly strangers.
The chick sitting next to you on the subway, reading her book