10 July 2018, Tuesday

37th Ave. (6934–43). Hot dogs, cheese ends and a spinach knish from FD. Three hellos from darling مصطفى: a smile through the glass of the deli counter when he was briefly behind it, then greeting me as he came up from behind me near that same counter, and then “How are you?” when he was my cashier (6934–43) 💗. Butter‐pecan and moose‐tracks ice creams from DR.

37th Ave. (4690). Passed two young Asian men in front of DR who were telling someone unappreciatively that the US is a “bad country, but we want to stay,” although their smiles and tone of voice suggested they saw the irony. Their next move was to illegally ride their bicycles on the sidewalk right behind me, so I moved from side to side a bit while walking so as to not allow them to pass me and encourage them to move to the blacktop. One of them loudly complained in his native language using the word zigzag, following up with “What the fuck?!,” at which point I turned around to look right at them. (Riding illegally on the sidewalk. What the fuck?) Saw Kl’d and the hot शाह/شاه worker through their respective windows. “J H + A C” graffito inside a stylized heart ♡, which to me suggested that Jackson Hts. love air conditioning (4690).

Cut cheese, a fruit bowl and zebra cakes from F’town, Baxter Ave. (22:59). While maneuvering his hand truck, a worker gently backed into me to my amusement rather than annoyance, but he apologized repeatedly.

37th Ave. (4691–93). Worker standing on the grill in OAC (4691). Blurry worker rolling a blurry carpet in the blurry 2F pizzeria (4692–93).