Due to the fact that I needed to go out and buy dishes after work, the damn box was too heavy and bulky to function with. So of course, Jon "I always think of others before myself" Carrelli came to meet me at the turnstiles at my work to take the box back to Brooklyn.
And I must say, with no cell phone reception except one phone call as the train was above ground, and only the directions "meet me at the front-end-of-the-train exit at Rockefeller Center", I stood there worried that this transaction would fail miserably.
A train came and went, along with a flood of people up the stairs. And lo and behold, a few seconds later here comes Jon, with that bounce in his step, heading right for the turnstile I was standing in front of.
After a brief exchange of said bulky box and half an avocado/goat cheese sandwich, I have come to the conclusion that Jon will make a damn fine New Yorker.
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