Metropolitan Diary
How to Succeed
Dear Diary:
I had just moved into my new apartment over Joe Allen’s on West 46th Street in 1981 and had gone to the supermarket at Manhattan Plaza to stock up on food and other supplies.
I bought enough to fill two paper sacks to overflowing, and on the way back to my place, one of the bags began to rip.
It was just after 7:30 p.m. and people were leaving restaurants and heading to the theater. I was four doors away from my apartment when I set the bags down.
The one that was beginning to rip tore completely, and everything in it spilled all over the sidewalk.
A man who was walking by stopped and asked kindly if he could help.
I told him I could run to my apartment and grab a large garbage bag to gather up the spilled groceries. He agreed to stand guard over my food until I got back.
When I returned, I shoved the groceries into the bag while thanking the man profusely.
As I finished, I looked up and suddenly realized who he was.
“Oh, my God,” I stammered, “you’re Robert Morse!”
He smiled as I thanked him again and again and then went on his way.
— Peter Elliott
https://www.nytimes.com/2024/05/26/nyregion/metropolitan-diary.html
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