The Chelsea Market
Today I accidentaly stumbled into the Chelsea Market. I think I found heaven. I don't care if things are over-priced, it's everything I could ever want, all under one roof. It's amazing.
I have visions of taking long lunches or disappearing on the weekends and people having to send search parties to find me. There I will be, in one of the bakeries with a cookie in one hand and a latte in the other, bags of groceries surrounding me on the floor.
They will have a put one of those things on my ankle that sounds an alarm when I try to go into the Chelsea Market. All the security guards will have my picture. Al will have to go to a support group for people whose girlfriends/wives are addicted to the Chelsea Market.