It was pretty windy in the big city on Friday night. I was walking down Broadway past a restaurant with sidewalk seating (which suddenly popped up since it was 70!). As I passed by, I narrowly avoided being smacked in the face by flying proscuitto. You see, a pizza was being delivered to a sidewalk table, and the proscuitto was caught by the wind and carried uptown.
I'm sure that flying proscuitto could happen in any city, but in NYC you don't let winged ham slow you down. I didn't miss a step.