Something about how the Pope’s visit has taken over the city has me giggling. On the L train today, the conductor blearily announced that the subway was running behind schedule “because of the Pope” and I started looking around the car for a guy wearing a white hat, a lace dress, and millennial-appropriate ennui. After that, I kept seeing the Pope everywhere. The Pope on Wall Street, buried in his smartphone. The Pope at Bergdorf Goodman, trying on a tomato red lipstick. The Pope strolling the High Line, slurping an almond milk latte while ogling the Jersey skyline. The Pope cry-smiling at Fun Home. The Pope mawing a sandwich at Fuku, David Chang’s newest. (“His Holiness really likes spicy chicken.”) The Pope drinking 40s with the old-timers on my block. The Pope taking an Uber from Bushwick. The Pope waving furiously from the top of the Chrysler Building. The Pope at my gym, tapping his Legend Blue Jordans while waiting for a treadmill. The possibilities are endless, really, but they all boil down to the same thing: No one’s getting anywhere in a timely fashion today.
Something about how the Pope’s visit has taken over the city has me giggling. On the L train today, the conductor blearily announced that the subway was running behind schedule “because of the Pope” and I started looking around the car for a guy wearing a white hat, a lace dress, and millennial-appropriate ennui. After that, I kept seeing the Pope everywhere. The Pope on Wall Street, buried in his smartphone. The Pope at Bergdorf Goodman, trying on a tomato red lipstick. The Pope strolling the High Line, slurping an almond milk latte while ogling the Jersey skyline. The Pope cry-smiling at Fun Home. The Pope mawing a sandwich at Fuku, David Chang’s newest. (“His Holiness really likes spicy chicken.”) The Pope drinking 40s with the old-timers on my block. The Pope taking an Uber from Bushwick. The Pope waving furiously from the top of the Chrysler Building. The Pope at my gym, tapping his Legend Blue Jordans while waiting for a treadmill. The possibilities are endless, really, but they all boil down to the same thing: No one’s getting anywhere in a timely fashion today.