Tonight I noticed something odd as I walked by two young, uniformed ushers outside of the Shubert Theater in Times Square. One was seated on a ledge and the other was standing behind rather than facing her friend. They were taking a cigarette break.
It seemed a strange arrangement for a conversation.
As I passed, the flash of neon paper scissor handles caught my attention. The standing usher was trimming her friend's hair.
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Thursday, November 20, 2008
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