Lost Pinkberry

Gloating in Pinkberry bliss, I decided to call my sister in Utah who is now addicted to Pinkberry after her last visit to NYC. I needed to fill my time and divert my attention away from the fully loaded frozen wonderland so that I could give the tempting treat my full attention in the privacy of our apartment. Between a chance meeting with Eddie (Uncle Eddie NYC style), our neighbor, a stroller, one baby, two doors and describing the new found treasure, the Pinkberry came crashing to the doormat. Deeply considering the five second rule and scooping the remains back into it's now body bag, bits of hair, dirt and NYC street stared mockingly back. The Pinkberry was lost. A very dark moment in NYC.