Sad Hat rides the train
Being an outer-borough [New York City is more than just Manhattan!] resident, it was not strange to see Sad Hat – like the J-Lo of yore – on the 6. It was an uneventful ride, save for the lobster-pantsed proof that hipsters had landed in the Bronx. If Sad Hat could speak, and had a New York accent, it would go something like, “Oh. My. Gawd.”
That was enough adventure for one day.