You've Never Seen It All in NYC

I was about five minutes late for a dr. appt and crossing 14th St. at Union Square when in mid-intersection a woman was standing with unbottoned blouse open on her substantial, but unattractive breasts while her greasy boyfriend (presumably) photographed the moment. Amidst some murmuring tourists, I went into the building where the dr. office had recently moved only to find her premises in a complete construction uproar, with no worker who spoke English (or Spanish) for that matter and no dr. or staff in sight. It was clearly time to go home and regroup. So I have, with a glass of Chilean chardonnay.