I went couch shopping with The Wife a few weeks ago and came away with this–I would never want to be a furniture salesman. Especially the guys up on the ninth floor at Macy’s. Man, it was depressing. But I’d sell couches any day before washing windows high in the sky. Now, there’s a tough job.
Always nice, with the potential for some magic, when Manhattan slows down during a snow storm. Course today it’s raining and the snow is all but a memory here in midtown.
[Photo Credit: Eye Heart New York]