On the
way back from touring my new apartment the first time, I walked to a subway
stop near Chinatown, to time the distance on foot.
(I had
arrived by bike to tour the apartment, and didn’t really know how long it’d
take to walk to one of the two nearby subway stops.)
After a
stretch of stores there’s a park and then some closed businesses and then a
Chinese massage place near a highway overpass, and as I was walking up towards
the massage place – still open at 9pm at night, with a neon ‘OPEN’ sign in the
window but no other signs of activity – I see a car pull into the vacant lot
across the street, and 2 young early 20s ethnic bro guys (Italian? some kind of
middle eastern?) get out all wearing pastel polo shirts and plaid shorts, then
walk across the street and into the massage place.
Too, they
paused in front of the door and laughed (nervously?) before opening it and
going in.
. . .
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