I wish NYC would invest in heat lamps. Heat stations. Heat meccas.
Recently it’s been so frigid that when I’m outside I find myself dashing into the nearest Starbucks, Duane Reade, whatever — just in order to get my body temperature back up again. Cold is really more than so five minutes ago — it’s so last winter.
Or underground passageways, a la Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (who made the sewers cool again…..or wait, I guess cool. The sewers were never really cool in the first place).
So train of thought is heat lamps –>underground passageways–>TMNT. Makes sense, right?