So this is truly my first day, or at least that's my story. I've been in New York for just about two weeks now. But today was my first full day on my own (sort of). I walked around. Saw some weird animal heads, made up as decorations - maybe for your front door? I'll post a picture after this. Before that I ate a delicious biscuit, at Empire Biscuit. Then lounged, read, lounged some more. If you get anything from this, I lounge around a lot, probably way too much. After all that lounging, I went to Rite Aid just to grab some basic items - soap and batteries. As I walked back down the isle to switch out my soap, I walked by what I believe was an Asian man staring at all the body wash options. He didn't seem to know what he wanted, I squeezed by him in the narrow isle and switched out my soap. Grabbed my batteries and to the line I went. I was about three people back from the check out, and there was an older lady, who for some odd reason didn't understand her card didn't have money on it. Then she proceeded to have a conversation with the checker on excuses as to why she was confused she didn't have money on it - while all of us in line rolled our eyes. One person back from check out, and another man rolls his eyes at the checker handling the old lady just as she (finally) finished at checkout. Here's where it gets interesting - if I didn't blow your mind already with the old lady taking forever. Oddly that same Asian man, who couldn't decide on his body wash, began setting four of the same type of them on the check out counter. Confused, I look around and see a bigger man, who was unloading items, tell him "Nah, you're not leaving." Asian dude, confused looking, opens his bag and goes "That's it, that's all of them, I'm goin'," but nope, he wasn't. Bigger dude, let's call him John, starts telling our Asian thief "Nah, you don't get to steal," thief "Just let me go," attempts to walk by and exit. John pushes him back, "No, you stole - yo call the cops," he says to one of the checkout ladies. Our thief tries to barge past him, but eventually gets taken down, laid on, and has his arm twisted behind his back. They call the cops. I check out, after waiting for an old lady and this thief situation to go down - literally. "Fun day huh?" I say to the check out girl, "Oh yes," she smiles. The thief and John are now lying in the middle of the front entrance. I have to side step them and squeeze back out of the store. I guess that's my welcome to New York? I'll try to keep these more interesting, but that was pretty much the highlight of my day. And the scary animal decorations (see next post). I've moved to New York for some change and to expand my horizons, as corny as that sounds. So hopefully more action to come.