I'm back after a lengthy trip through New England.
I saw and smelled a lot of evil in New York, but topping the list had to be the gizmo on my hotel room wall that noisily sprayed perfume into the air. There's an exceptionally balmy place in hell for whoever invented that. Right next to the guy who invented the clingy, saran-wrap-thin shower curtain that sucks all the warmth out of your body in .0034 seconds.
Glad to be back. Couldn't afford to stay longer. You can't swing a dead cat in New England without some guy furiously trying to shake toll money out of the corpse.