Going Postal

I’ve grown desensitized to the lackadaisical 11231 postal antics. Magazines go missing, mail ends up on the floor instead of in the box. I was left out in the cold when everyone was chattering about the final November issue of Gourmet. Who knows what never turns up.

One inconsequential result of receiving the October 22- 28 and November 5-11, 2009 copies of Time Out New York simultaneously yesterday is that Scott Bridi, lauded as a geographically ”pioneering” chef at Lot 2 in Sunset Park has already moved on.

Maybe this is this a lesson about the ephemeral nature of print. Or maybe an example of what happens when you don’t tip postal worker during the holidays.