I worked the coat check at fetish parties, escorted women home from their plastic surgery appointments on the Upper East Side, babysat, dogsat, and cleaned out apartments belonging to hoarders.
MIKE: “I like my apartment, but I don’t love it.” ESTER: “Have you ever loved an apartment?”
“I can’t think of another place where so many people are so quick to jump down each other’s throats.”
We found out where the closest laundromat was because after waiting half an hour, my roommate had to pee so badly that we went in a frantic search of the closest public restroom.
We would be good parents, and we would be good frugal folks, and we would be so, so lonely.
A home named after Charlotte Bronte that was built in the 1920s in the style of an Italian villa, and it’s been on the market for a long time, and it’s reasonably priced?
“She seems like someone who is very nice, except for today. Today she is evil.”
A few nights ago, Ben arrived home from work carrying several bags, none of them the one containing his newly bought shirt from J. Crew ($66, on sale).