Then I needed my apartment painted. That was in early June.
It's been four months and I still have nothing hanging on the walls. I don't want most of the stuff that had been there back again. I want change. So I've decided to hang just four large photos I've taken of Central Park during each season.
In January, 2015, I took winter. Today, I finally take winter to be framed.
I had researched places that frame, had considered an inexpensive place online, but ultimately decided on Metropolitan Graphic Art Gallery nearby. Their YELP reviews were great and, they do framing for the MET. They are well-credentialed.
I go inside and no one is there. I call out, "Hey, is anyone here?" I have visions of the workers locked up in some back room with a gunman standing over them whispering, "Don't say a word." What's wrong with me to even think like this? Too much Dateline I 'spose.
Finally, a pleasant, 40-ish guy comes out. Filipino, I'd guess.
I pretty much know what I want going in — a double white mat against a white wooden frame. I want the photo to be the focal point. I even opt for the museum-quality, non-glare, UV protected glass.
"Do you offer any Groupons?" I ask.
"No, but I can give you 5 or 10% off."
"Okay, thanks, I'll take the 10%." (Would anyone chose 5?)
"Can I get anything off for being old?" I ask, thinking of my eyeglass place where they give AARP members 20% off.
He looks up at me and very seriously says, "Don't say that. You don't look old at all."
Jokingly I respond, "Well, you wouldn't say that if you knew I was 32."
He continues.
"It doesn't matter how old you are. You look amazing."
It's been so long that I don't realize that he might be trying to pick me up.
"I bet you have guys lined up to ask you out."
"I do," I say, not wanting this conversation to continue.
I'd take you out to dinner if you'd go with me."
I don't know what to say.
So I say nothing.
Just kind of smile, but it's more a no-thank you smile than a yes, let's go out to dinner smile.
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