1. Balthazar. To go. In the H&M dressing room. 10/24/09

    Another boy, another Balthazar tart-type-thing. To be precise: a small quiche. What else was in it does not matter. What matters is that we were asked to leave. Not for illicit reasons, and not because we were eating quiche while he tried on button-down shirts. We were asked to leave after I expressed my disgust at the salesgirl who found an iPhone in the dressing room next door and then asked us not to “tell on her” since she was excited to keep it. I told her that I was going to “tell on her.” She said, “Well, I’m going to tell on you,” for sharing a dressing room and a quiche and a fork, I suppose, at the same time. She said, “I am NOT going to ask you to leave, but I SHOULD.” I did not have a response funny enough for that, so we left.