We were wandering around Power Plant after the Fashion Week thingy (Checked pants! Man-bags!) when we spotted a Blackberry on the floor outside Women’s Secret. I don’t know how long it had been lying there, but people were giving it a wide berth. Either they didn’t want to seem interested in other people’s property, or they suspected a TV show prank.
Riccardo had read the complete Hardy Boys and I had read all of Nancy Drew. So we picked up the Blackberry and played boy/girl detective. (Hardy Girl and Nancy Boy)
“Looks like it was clipped onto someone’s belt and it fell off,” I said, examining the faux leather case. “That means the owner is a heterosexual male.”
“It could’ve fallen out of a handbag,” said Riccardo. “That means the owner is gay.” (In a parallel universe Riccardo is the child of Madonna and Sean Penn, abandoned inside a Goyard handbag.)
“I do not approve of wearing gadgetry on one’s belt,” I declared.
“I approve of handbags,” said Riccardo.
“What if the owner is cute?” we chorused.
Ha! Something to write about in my column!