Dramatis Personae: Blacktable, a website of a certain age; Gawker, who witnessed the event.
Setting: Writers hilariously mourn the recent decline of the New York Times' Monday write-in feature, Metropolitan Diary by imagining cute crosstown bus encounters that didn't make it past the Diary's new editors. [note: any similarities of to these anecdotes last year's "Adam Gopnik's Metropolitan Diary" are purely due to the utter predictability of the MD format.]
The anecdotes I submitted to MD (both of which were published--Choire take note--for a fee of zero dollars per word) were written to highlight my own sophistication and cultural superiority in a suitably oblique way (e.g., "...As the exasperated waiter came out of the Carlyle dining room..." and "...where I overheard two Italians conversing about..."). The one time I recognized myself in someone else's submission, I was making smartass comments on Canal about buying street turtles.
