It is March in Brooklyn, and it is 70 degrees out today. 70 degrees! I decided this kind of weather called for sushi. but the delivery guys don't take credit cards and I was plum outta cash. I almost never have cash, I don't know what that's about. So there I was, sitting on the floor of my apartment, wearing shorts and a tee-shirt, cashless, and so I decided to get up and go to the ATM. (Isn't this getting exciting?)

I beeped in my pin and got my monies and so high on the temperate climate was I that I decided to walk the six blocks to the sushi place rather than call for take out. While I waited for my order to be ready I regaled the sweet Japanese waitresses with my tale of perilous ATM transactions and surprisingly balmy weather and also my new blister.

That monkey roll was HEAVEN.

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