It’s a Bird! It’s a Plane! It’s… Sarah Khan!
Check this story out in the current issue of Hamptons magazine.
As I step outside and march toward the awaiting mass of steel, I’m nearly deafened by the roar that welcomes me. The blades loom ominously close, cutting the air a mere inches from my head, and I pause, trying not to notice the cold sweat collecting at the back of my neck. I take a deep breath.
How the hell did I wind up here, anyway?
“Here” would be the 34th Street Metroport, a helipad on Manhattan’s east side—not some 18th-century-style beheading in France. And instead of walking somberly toward the guillotine, I’m approaching the nearly-as-menacing blades of the helicopter that’s purportedly waiting to whisk me off to the Hamptons. “It’s the only way to fly,” my editor had assured me before shooing me off to my seemingly enviable assignment. But from my vantage point right now, standing before this diminutive craft that looks no more imposing than my own five-foot-two-inch frame, I’m suddenly convinced that flying’s overrated. I think I’ll walk, I decide. The view of the ground is so much better up close. But instead I climb gingerly up the wobbly steps. After all, I’m wearing heels.
Are You Calling Me Fat?
I wish I had as much enthusiasm about updating my blog as I do about telling people about my blog. I have, however, added my rants and whines to the Divanee Magazine editors’ blog, so until I get back in business on bsk, check that out.
Are You Calling Me Fat?
The CVS ExtraCare Card has been a source of fascination for me ever since its inception. I eagerly wait as they print out my receipt, hoping for the elusive “$4 off your next purchase of $20 or more” coupon so I can go right back into the store to stock up on bodywash and cotton swabs and candy. Over the years I’ve bought far more gum, dental floss, and eyeliner than I could ever possibly need, just because my receipts enticed me with 50-cents-off or buy-one-get-one-free offers. I am SUCH a desi sometimes.
Some people are a bit freaked out by how the register spits you out coupons based on your current purchases, so they’re fine-tuned toward the kinds of things you might like. But I always thought it makes sense – I don’t need $2 off of Rogaine, so I’d rather have a balding uncle be the lucky recipient of such a deal. But when I’m buying some new eyeshadow, a coupon for eye makeup remover might prove to be a friendly reminder.
I’ve always been a big fan of the CVS ExtraCare card. Until this week, that is.
So on Monday I run to CVS for a late afternoon pick-me-up, and head to the register carrying a big bag of Cheetos.
My coupon? $2 off diet pills.
I hate you, CVS ExtraCare Card.
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