This morning I was coming out of a deli on Hudson Street in the West Village and there was a woman with her dog standing there. The dog came up to me (smelled my dog, I guess) and she apologized. When I told her no problem and he must smell my dog is when I recognized her. Kind of short, with very short hair. I told her I can't wait for the new season and she said she hears that all the time. She told me to have a nice day and walked off.

I didn't mention that I saw that same view when she getting out of the guidance counselors bed!