Day-to-day interactions in New York are brief, at best. We don’t have time for lengthy phone calls or, even worse, sidewalk stop-and-chats. Our social lives can best be summed up in texts, many of which we have all undoubtedly received (or sent) at one point (or a whole bunch of points) during our time here. These are those texts.
“The wait for brunch is, like, two hours...”
This doesn’t even warrant a text. This should have been expected.