I was walking around outside Saks waiting for my uncle to get off of work, (e)milling around and through the hordes (absolute hordes of people, my god), and eating my dry, smokey and overpriced pretzel.
Some French douchebag backed into me and my lump of coal/dough fell to the floor. I picked it up and started looking for a trash can. Why there are no trash cans in Rockefeller Center, I have no idea, but I saw a trash can-height pile of colorful trash-looking things and tossed it in.
It was a baby carriage. Thank buddha it was devoid of Baby, just shopping bags and squishy toys. I would like to apologize to all the baby mamas and nannies who read this blog. Baba's too I guess.