A New York Shitty Public Service Announcement: 626 Manhattan Avenue

Any/all residents of the previously-mentioned building, please pay attention— this post may very well save you some distress (and seriously soiled footwear).

Today as after exiting the Green Garden Deli on Manhattan Avenue I noticed a smell. A very bad, yet familiar smell. I looked to my left and, lo, I located the source. Read on, gentle readers, as you will see (but thankfully not smell) why this was not terribly difficult to ascertain.


It ain’t pretty.


Exactly how the gentleman to the right, clearly in possession of a nose, remained unaware of the colossal pile of crap just to his right eludes me. Nonetheless, you know what they say about New York City. You can get practically anything delivered right to your doorstep.

Big ass pile of shit

And, as I learned today, this includes a prodigious pile of poop large replete with a value-added asswipe. Watch where you walk, Garden Spotters!

From The New York Shitty Inbox: Expelled From The Garden?

October 26, 2009 ·
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic 


STORE, that is. R writes:


we don’t patronize the deli on the corner anymore (the one with the window above the train staircase at nassau and manhattan).  the garden store, it’s called, right?  i went in to get some juice and was followed in by a guy with a lit cigarette dangling from his filthy mouth.  the clerk was talking on the phone and the smoker asked for a pack of cigarettes.  the clerk wordlessly went to get the requested pack.

a third customer: “you shouldn’t be smoking in here.”
clerk (momentarily leaving his telephone conversation): “hey!  why you asking the customer like that? [sic]”

at this point, i pipe up, thankful that the third customer relieved me of my burning obligation to raise the issue with the shopkeep.

me: “because it’s against the law, that’s why.”
clerk: “you don’t talk to my customers in this way!”
me: “you are abetting a violation of the law and could be fined.  heavily.”
third guy: “yeah, it’s against the law, that’s why.”
offending patron (to the third guy, puzzlingly): “i’ll remember you.”

he buys his smokes and exits.  the clerk then begins to berate the third customer, finger wagging and all.  above the tumult, i announce that my deli needs will henceforth be met elsewhere.  as i leave, i hear the clerk tell the third guy to get the hell out of his store and never come back.

truly bizarre.

I have a confession to make: I have only been in this bodega maybe twice in all the years I’ve lived here. I got a creepy “vibe” from the place and haven’t been back. Is R’s experience (and my gut instincts) par for the course for this establishment? Thoughts, anyone?

Miss Heather

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