Of course she works at Betsy Johnson

This explosion of flavor was running back to work and was kind enough to pose for a pic before she hurried off. I was not surprised to learn she worked at the Betsy Johnson shop on the Bowery. She owned the over-the-top '80s glam aerobics-meets-nightlife thing, and she brightened my day. Notice the matching pink calculator!

Just a little Thursday morning Dolemite

Every day is worth waking up to if you are this guy that I spotted on my way to the gym this morning. It was 9:30 AM, and I snapped this pic on Clinton between East Broadway and Grand. Yes, that's right. In front of the post office. But he didn't stop. He was going to deliver the contents of that briefcase in person. No postage required! Thank you, sir, for I diggeth and picketh up what thou hast put down.

Can you tell me how to get ahold of Dolemite these days? I have his boom mic, and I need to get it back to him.