New York Shitty Day Starter: Do The Reading
Filed under: 11216, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy Brooklyn, Culture War, The Word On The Street
From Nostrand Avenue.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: A Rather Nifty Urban Artifact
(Or: Much Milder)
Lest the Bed-Stuy heavy content on New York Shitty has not clued you in already, yours truly whiled away this beautiful day in Bedford Stuyvesant. I found the above advertisements at the intersection of Madison Street and Nostrand Avenue. While the subject matter might be objectionable to some, it was rather neat to see a vestige of the old New York!
Miss Heather
P.S.: This post goes out to the guys at the corner of Halsey Street and Nostrand Avenue. One of whom told me:
I like small white women walking around my neighborhood. It makes me feel safer.
A rather lively (and downright funny) discussion ensued. Follows is a synopsis:
- After laughing my ass off. Hard. I tell this chap I like him too.
- I also add that I like everybody.
- He said he liked me.
- His friend said he liked everyone as well.
- I wrapped up this tete a tete as follows: So, EVERYONE on this corner of Halsey and Nostrand likes EVERYONE!
After, of course, testifying that it has been my personal experience that white women— especially those of the “small” variety— are among the most formidable people I have ever met.
CASE IN POINT: My grandmother who clocked in at a whopping 4′ 9″ in height. I have yet to meet a more terrifying person than her in this mortal coil. The fact her name was Daisy is pure gravy. My new friends found this tremendously entertaining.
Spotted In Bed-Stuy: The Brooklyn Free Store
I was recently asked by Emily Cantrell, the kindly proprietress of Huitzilli, how my job was going. I told her it had indeed gone— somewhere else— but I had commenced writing about some of my choicer experiences and published some of them. The second installment of “Stupid Customer Tricks”, lest anyone is wondering, has (for the most part) been drafted. Now it is simply a matter of proof-reading and refinement. Follows is one incident I plan to incorporate in this tome.
A teenager (while holding up a mini Nerf football) asks:
I can have this for free, right?
To wit I replied:
But of course. This is the Free Store! We get shit in and give it away to people!
I mention the previous anecdote because today during my peregrinations around Bedford Stuyvesant I happened upon an honest-to-god free store.
So what does this establishment have in the way of merchandise, you ask? I went inside to find out! Prepare to be amazed, amused and a wee bit discomfited, dear readers!
New York Shitty analysis: I have to confess that, as a colossal bookworm, I was rather impressed with the vast array of reading material (including Foreign Affairs magazine, no less!). But the Greenpointer in me cringed at the sight of that mattress. A lot. Check it out!
The Brooklyn Free Store
Store Hours: 24/7/365
218 Walworth Street (educated guess)
Brooklyn, New York 11205
UPDATE, March 21, 2011: it would appear this institution has been razed. You can get the skinny from my buddy at Bed-Stuy Blog.
Miss Heather
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