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Ok so here's the thing. Were like doing Central Park and the side walk is melting in the heatwave which is a problem because the cheap flip flops bought in Amsterdam have decided to break. Now everytime I put my foot down I get 3rd degree burns...ouch right! Eventually we shelter from the sun under a tree and with the use of a paperclip and a strand of a specialist grass (I kid you not) mend the little suckers and head for the East side - now if there is somewhere you don't want to be in a pair of broken flipflops held together with discarded items and unnecessary amounts of foliage protruding from between your toes & 3rd degree burns - it's the exclusive end of Madison Avenue! In desperation I drag myself & my foliage into a little boutique - the sales lady views me up & down with a look that I don't quite recognise. It was clearly a shop in which one does not ask the price, looking as cool as I can I ask her if she has any flip flops, now from the look on her face I can only presume that "flipflop" is a NY expression reserved for requesting sexual favours. Usually in these situations I take my lead from Bethany but today it was harder than usual because, like the sidewalk, her face had melted and run off the end of her chin! Mustering as much of my pride as possible I hop out of the shop and into the nearest air conditioned coffee shop and with the help of a courtesy phone arrange an advance on the mortgage & buy 2 skinny Latte's for $5600. Washington here we come!
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