"My bodega guy."
Sure, other places might have bodegas (or "corner stores" *shiver*) and I suppose plenty of people have "a guy," but only New Yorkers share that special bond with someone who has seen them at their best, their worst, and at 8 am, hungover the next morning, ordering a bacon, egg, and cheese with flecks of last night's makeup still on their face. He's not a bodega guy, he's my bodega guy.
[Photo via @bodegasofnyc]
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