My Ridiculous Life

I left the house early this morning in a stupor, so I could beat the crowds at Fairway. Of course, I forgot the canvas bags. My wife, instead of castigating me, showed me this. It's the Brooklyn equivalent of Portlandia.

Not all of this is true to our lives (we don't pick up stuff left on the curb and I refuse to join the Park Slope co-op), but much else (such as the parking rage) is spot on.