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Noche Azul
May 28, 2007 | permalink

I was walking down the street Friday night after work in Soho. The streets were crowded with people and cars, and the congestion from people trying to get to the Holland Tunnel was about average (by which I mean awful, what with the honking and gridlock). I was crossing Broome at Broadway, and there were two things that struck me as odd.

The first was the large clock on the outside of the building that the Staples is in. It gave the time as 2:35. The time was in fact 7:10. Did I happen to walk by at the exact time that a broken clock was wrong in the exactly opposite way? Or is it somehow geared backwards, with the hour and minute hands reversed? Was this done on purpose, or is it some kind of awesome prank? We may never know the answer to these questions. Well, at least until I walk by again at another time of day.

The second thing that I thought was funny was a guy in a car. He wasn't too funny in and of himself- just a guy, about fifty, clean-shaven and with a short, almost conservative haircut. There was a sign stuck on the dash, visible through the windshield. It wasn't really funny by itself either. It read: 'Clergyman on Official Church Business,' and it had a very official looking seal underneath the text. Very serious stuff, to be sure.

What was funny was the car. The (presumed) clergyman, looking respectable, was driving a gold Trans Am convertible. With the top down. On Official Church Business.

I wonder if he called it the Priestmobile... because that is totally what I would call it.