More Like Life Goes On

Actually, More Like Life Goes On

We're walking through Times Square on a Thursday evening, and find ourselves stuck behind four gal pals with matching dye jobs. They're taking up the sidewalk in a perfect line. You know the pose. They're laughing and idly strolling, secure in their minds that they look just like the opening credits of a sitcom. Specifically, Friends, which has created way too many of these sidewalk traffic jams during the show's creepy existence.

Anyway, we're patient for a block or two, but the ladies can't hear our polite attempts at "Excuse me" over their incessant yakking. We finally just break right through their barricade.

We hear the following comments in our wake:

"What an asshole! That was so Sex and the City!"

Right, of course. Oh, well. One down, one to go.