“Well,” I said to myself upon arriving from California for three days in New York City, “at least I won’t have to worry about earthquakes.” On the other hand, things are so weird now that walking around in Manhattan, you actually find second-hand cigarette smoke a blessed relief from the dominant second-hand pot smoke, which you pick up almost every block. But right after the “earthquake,” I spotted this on Madison Ave, so now I’m not so sure about anything:
Is this an advertisement, or a consumer warning?
Headlines of the week:
And finally. . .
