Yo yo yo, get your groove on up here in dis K-mart

Yesterday, I was on a major hunt for a butterfly chair cover to replace the one that's ripping and fraying all over my living room. I've gotten my last three at the Urban Outfitters on Broadway so naturally, I headed there first, only to find out they no longer carry them. I walked up to Claire's, where I had a vague recollection of an off-white faux fur number that wasn't ideal but would do in a pinch. Nope.

K-Mart was on my way home, so I stopped in and headed upstairs to the furniture department. As I rode the escalator, hip hop music boomed from above and a voice came through a bullhorn.

"Yo yo yo, enter our dance contest in seven minutes and win $40! That's $40, just for dancin'!"

I get off the escalator and a young man is in the jeans department with a boom box and a bullhorn. Next to him, another young man in a jersey dribbled a basketball. I went over my morning activities in my mind and determined that no, I did not drop acid at any point. This was actually happening. A dance contest. In the jeans department at K-Mart. While a young man inexplicably dribbles a basketball. What?

These are the moments that make me love New York.