Coincidence? Perhaps not.


On Sep 28, 2010, at 7:14 PM, B F wrote:

on my 15 minute break. 

There are tables across the street from the store, and as it was a beautiful day I sat at one of these tables. A table for four, by myself. a few minutes after I sat down, I saw three young women looking for a spot to sit, and commenting on how crowded it was - probably because it was such a  beautiful day. 

I offered, You could sit with me for four minutes, and then have the table as I have to go back to work across the street. 

They thanked me and joined me. We chatted, and to make conversation, I asked if they worked together. 

They did. It was the woman who does visuals for Anthropologie, and her two interns. 

We chatted for so long that I was late getting back to work, but I did explain that you sneaked photos of the your store and they told me that Anthro has changed it's policy, and people are now allowed to take pictures in the store. You may have already known that. 

But I thought of you as I was walking back to work. 

B



On Sep 28, 2010, at 7:18 PM, bb wrote:

Can I post this?

DID YOU ASK THEM ABOUT THE FUCKING HORSE?

On Sep 28, 2010, at 7:20 PM, B F wrote:


I didn't think to ask about the fucking horse. And yes, you can post this. 

b

Comments

Anonymous said…
LOL.

jbhat
Stephanie said…
dying over this.
Crazy Mom! said…
ROFLMAO

Ask them if they will have a feces throwing monkey next year.

I'm sorry. That was rude. But the horse is WEIRD
Paola said…
How could she/he forget to ask about the HORSE.
Hilary said…
Love it…That is why you can never say no, or not offer your seat to someone, especially in the city. You never know who that someone would be. Years ago, my brother-in-law was waiting for his wife in the restaurant at Barneys. The host approached him to inquire if he could share his table. He said yes, and Jack Nicholson sat down and joined them for lunch.
celestial opus said…
I'm curious about their upcoming sets. This week the downstairs neighbor had boxes with huge, HUGE, skeins of yarn and knitting needles sitting in the common area and it was gone when I left in the morning. Not trash, as it's an area all of use to put big stuff we might need to take with us the next day (ie, luggage for an an early cab). I swear she's in the visual dept for Anthropologie, but not sure if it's store, catalog... You would be amazed how little people sharing a brownstone would actually see each other.

I wanted to make a point...oh, that every time I see mail for Anthropologie come in I think of you. Not in a creepy way. really.