Last night I saw two adorable girls on the bus. They wore orange sandals, had orange flowers in their hair and drank some kind of orange drink. They held their plastic cups with both hands. I kept waiting for one of them to spill their drink. Sticky orange disaster on the BX7. Ah, summer.
At least there’s a breeze out in Cony Island. Swell day for ice cream, huh?
Picture by Bags.