Incongruity

One of my favorite things about waiting in the TKTS line for half-price Broadway tickets is the people-watching (although on Saturday there was a guy singing show tunes, as well, but I still thought the less-obviously-on-display people-watching was preferable).

While the Smelmooo and I were waiting in the TKTS line for our half-price tickets for Hairspray, right behind us were the usual suspects: a gaggle of 60-year-old women who were chatting about their preferences for shows, excited about being in the city for the day, looking at tourist maps and wearing fanny-pack kinds of accessories. Older folks like these, along with students and some families with adolescent girls, make up most of the crowd.

But immediately in front of us was a trio of women whom I just found fascinating. They were probably in their mid-40s, and they were decked out in designer clothing from head to toe. I know next to nothing about designers or anything fashion-related, but I spotted a Marc Jacobs jacket, Calvin Klein t-shirt, fancy sandals with toe rings on their pedicured feet, Chanel sunglasses, Juicy Couture and Seven jeans, huge antique diamond rings. Just sipping their grande double-chai-lattes from Starbucks, standing in the half-price ticket line. Fascinating to me.