paruresis_guy
paruresis_guy t1_jcttsyz wrote
I'm over the moon to learn this! My office is right there in Lincoln Towers. I used to pop into that grotty Rite Aid for necessities, and had been missing its convenience. (Although there is a CVS one avenue away.) But H Mart--oh my gosh, what a fantastic upgrade!
paruresis_guy t1_j9kuefm wrote
Reply to comment by haluura in Glonous History by PrinceAmled
Fascinating!
paruresis_guy t1_j9kmvgh wrote
Reply to comment by MessiahNIN in Glonous History by PrinceAmled
Ah, old is more subjective than that...choose to feel young if you prefer it--it works for me!
paruresis_guy t1_j9kgb75 wrote
Reply to Glonous History by PrinceAmled
Holy shit! They still make these with that typo? I remember getting a good laugh out of seeing that wrapper whilst out on a date in high school. I'll be 54 in May, that was 1987!
paruresis_guy t1_j74lkyi wrote
Kinda looks like a good mascot for that stool-sample colonoscopy mail-in substitute.
paruresis_guy t1_j6bcb4c wrote
Reply to comment by Sybertron in NYC promises telehealth for all high school students struggling with mental health by greenhousecrtv
Seriously reimbursement for behavioral health is an embarrassment.
paruresis_guy t1_iy6dz2r wrote
This joke makes a guest appearance in the Silver Jews song "The Frontier Index;" link attached. Enjoy!
paruresis_guy t1_ixolqxb wrote
Thank you, Good Samaritan!
paruresis_guy t1_iufcinl wrote
Reply to Begging to get stomped by klausfu
This is so creative and timely! Kudos, chapeau, Mazel Tov!
paruresis_guy t1_jdo576o wrote
Reply to Reason #3,412 on why I love living in NYC. Walking down the street you've passed hundreds of times and seeing some random shit like this for the first time. by AnotherNYCPhotog
My contribution: Thursday, riding to work on the Hudson River Greenway, I saw some Riverside Park volunteers unloading a steaming pile of compost. I stopped to film it, and to smell it--I explained to the volunteers, so they didn't think I was videoing them, "This is stopping to smell the flowers for me--my favorite smell is compost."
One of the volunteers looked at me and said; "I like the smell of horse piss."
My eyes widened and I responded, (honestly) "Yes! Horse piss! On straw! In the summer heat, in a barn!" We exchanged happy knowing glances, then I continued on my way.
NYC. A pure moment of connection is seemingly always available.