My Latest Trite Observation about Living in New York

I walked home across the brooklyn bridge today, which I hadn't done since moving to NY. As usual on the bridge, I was dodging tourists left & right. All of them seemed to be handing their cameras to strangers. It was like some weird game of musical chairs.

When I got home I realized I had a pocketful of strangers' cameras. But all of them are full of photos of me from when I was a child. Now there are a bunch of french tourists outside my door. They are just standing there.

I locked the door, which I imagine they could hear. Every once in a while I look out the peephole & the French tourists are just standing there patiently.

I called my parents & asked them if they know these French tourists & asked them how they could have gotten all these photos of me as a child on their digital cameras. My mother told me that there was a tornado last night out on route 1. That it was their anniversary & that I need to call them back once the French tourists leave.