The Tale Of The Brooklyn Ride Or Die Chick

It was 7 PM on a Thursday.

I got off the train at the Atlantic Av/Barclays Center subway station. As I rode the escalator up towards the exit heavy rain greeted me as it poured down from the black sky. My large umbrella was in my hand and I opened my nylon shield at the very last minute.

At the time I made the borough of Brooklyn my home. But I wasn’t heading back to my apartment just yet. I had to make a quick stop at P.C. Richard & Son, the long-standing appliances and electronics store, before calling an Uber to safely transport me to my final destination.

The store was located across the street from the infamous Barclays Center. Its bright red sign caught my attention. Traffic stopped as I stepped one leather heel after another to be welcomed into its graces.

I opened the door and a blast of warm air caressed my body. That heated embrace was just what I needed; after all, winter in New York is nothing to play around with.

While browsing the aisles I slowly started to give up hope. I couldn’t find what I needed. Oh well. I was more than ready to go home and relax for the rest of the evening anyway. As I made my way to the store’s lobby I whipped out my iPhone to call an Uber.