Me: “Let’s head over to the Empire State Building.”
She: “…”
Me: “We can get lunch at Macy’s.”
She: “…”
Me: “It’s on 34th Street. Where the miracle took place.”
She: “…wait. Miracle? What miracle? There was a miracle?”
Me: “You know, they claimed that Santa worked at Macy’s.”
She: “…oh! Oh! You can’t change it up on me when I haven’t had any sleep.”
Me: “That’s the perfect time. Let’s go. I heard that Chris Noth once ate at Macy’s.”
