So you think it's easy bringing you stunning, fashionable jewelry each
season? It's not. Aside from wading through row after row of gorgeous
pieces we have to weed out, we also have to deal with our fair share
of street crazies. Here were our top three from this NYC trip:
1. Ms. Hare-Krishna Cookbook Seller: So we're walking back to the
train, Mary Ellen, our head buyer in her heels and me with swollen,
pregnant ankles (yes, we're more lumbering than striding) when we're
accosted by a white woman dressed in traditional Indian garb trying to
sell us a book about the Bahgavad-Gita or whatever that Hare Krishna
philosophy is called. She just wanted "pennies" to cover printing
costs. When we turned her down, she offered us a whole foods cookbook.
Huh? When I pointed to my huge belly and said I didn't want to carry
anything, she said, "Don't worry, this book will carry you." Fat
chance when I'm pushing 200.
2. Mr. CD-Seller: On our way to our appointment with Lucky magazine's
accessories editor, Mary Ellen is grabbed by this cute young black guy
who falls all over himself trying to talk to her. Not that she's not
beautiful, but he was trying to sell CDs from some obscure garage
band. Or maybe that was a ruse. In any case, she was so flustered she
forgot to get a shirt she was planning on picking up on our way home.
3. Mr. Iron Worker: Oddest of all was the guy who parked himself
across from us on the train. Yes, he has a noble job climbing
skyscrapers and welding parts, but he was FILTHY. That didn't matter,
but what did was that he proceeded to whip out a baggie of cotton
balls and try to clean himself up. A cotton ball train bath was not
going to do. He needed a fire hose. Even the wet-nap the businessman
seated next to him offered up didn't cut through the grime. It totally
grossed me out, but when he scratched his ear and looked at the
findings I nearly lost my lunch.
And these weren't the worst. Our cab rides (both) were from hell. So,
next time you see new pearl jewelry pieces on our site (very soon),
think of how we jewelry buyers brave the mean streets in search of
treasure. It's all for you!
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