Say It Ain’t Snow: New York City’s Fall is a Heartbreaker →
Monday—Halloween—holds its own grim possibility (30% chance of rain with an overnight low of 39 degrees) for trick-or-treat-ready families and those adults shuttling around from party to party in their costumes, which are widely understood to often carry the possibility of being exponentially more effort than they’re worth, as one rips it off at the end of a long, loveless evening, throwing it in an MTA trashcan, and waiting thirty minutes as one sobers up to go home so painfully, achingly alone.
We should also probably mention that the trashcan might not even be around this year.
