Tiny sign at face level on a shop window near Broad and Laurel:
"DON'T COME IN! Pressing your nose against the glass is the best way to see what's inside."
Sarcasm as marketing tool.
Around a scattered mess of french fries on the Grace Street sidewalk, someone has drawn a pink circle in chalk and written "Cry for the fries."
Empathy for the death of a late night snack.
Walking down Hell block, a guy shouts at me, "Girl, you walk your ass off every day!"
"Not trying to walk it off, just walk it better," I yell back.
"It's already f**king great. Maybe you better stop!" he advises.
Stop? And miss out on daily pleasure like these?
No time soon.