Went into CVS on Christopher St to buy some body wash. Body wash is always in a locked cabinet in NYC, I don’t know why, so I had to ring a bell.
Three times, in fact, before the helper came to find me.
“We don’t have the key to that cabinet,” she said.
“You...don’t...have...the key?”
“No.” She walked away.
There are some things about NYC that I am just never going to understand.