The cones would have you believe the sidewalk is wet, but that was hours ago. While the woman frugs, the doorman from the hotel across the street yawns. He is paid to look blasé.
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The bike share program (brought to you by that bank that has its name plastered all over every possible surface of the racks and bikes, what is it? Something that starts with a C, I think, and their color is blue…?) is off to a soggy start. No one that I saw braved the wet weather just for the heck of it.