After our trip to H. Sterns Jewelers, Sweetman wanted to make avisit to Brooks Brothers, located on 666 5th Ave, #6. It’s one of his favorite clothing stores. Not mine. They’re a little too pricey. Give me a Ross, Kohl’s, or a Marshall’s any day. Okay. On with the story.
“I want o see if they have---“
Okay. My mind glazed over when we entered the store. I didn’t catch what he wanted to look for. Happens all the time. As soon as I walk into the store, we’re bombarded by a salesperson and millions of displays. Dress shirts. Polos. Pants. Neck ties. Mannequins. OMG. I’m overwhelmed. Heart palpitations are taking over and my hands are clammy.
Sweetman holds up a price tag on something that resembles a coat---seven hundred something dollars. Italian silk. His mouth is watering over the thing. “Look at this. Isn’t it beautiful.” He runs his hands along the funky, blue material.
“It’s ugly,” I said. “It’s shaped like a triangle.”
“It’s designer fashion.”
“That explains it. It’s not what everyday people would wear.” I turn my nose up at him and walk away, looking for the door we came into.
“Look at this,” he said, from behind.
I look over my shoulder. He’s holding up the brightest, red neck tie I’ve ever seen in my life.
“What do you think?” He presses the tie against himself.
“It looks like a very bright red neck tie a circus clown would wear, honey.” I made my way to the door and opened it.
Fresh, polluted New York air tainted with food smells hit me. Hotdogs and warm chestnuts, wafting to my nose. AHHH… I breathed it all in and gave a sigh of relief. Freedom.
Tomorrow, I’ll be posting about my favorite food experiences. Gotham and Max Brenners.
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