Biz Beat: Woefully unprepared for a New York downpour
When I decided to go to the Shake Shack in Madison Square Park on Sunday, it was sunny. By the time I left - without my umbrella and wearing sandals - it was cloudy. When I stepped out of the subway, it had begun to sprinkle.
It went downhill from there. I stood in the line for 30 minutes as the rain came down harder and harder. My girlfriend's small, pink umbrella was no match for the steady rain. I decided to stick it out - I had come this far. No way was I going to be a quitter.
By the time I ordered, it was pouring. People were laughing at their own sorry states by the time they got their food. Incredibly, there were still dozens of people waiting around, like us. My feet were soaked and filling with mud from the ground (remember, I fatefully decided to wear sandals).
After we picked up the bag of food, we dashed toward the subway. First, we had to cross "Lake Broadway" (formerly known as a road). Then, over the Fifth Avenue River (also a road) and into the station. We shivered in the cold subway car.
But, through it all, our food survived. The burgers were great, and so were the fries, although we only received one order instead of the two I bought. My hot fudge sundae was mostly intact and, after a brief visit to the freezer, I enjoyed it.
One of the most memorable things about my summer in the Big Apple has been the nearly constant rain. I suggest eating at a restaurant with a roof when the skies open up over New York. Of course, it would be great if I started heeding my own advice.