I was walking down Broadway off of Houston Street and stopped into one of those deli grocery marts for a bottle of water. It was a tiny store, with two small aisles; every square inch utilized to the brim. It sold everything from breakfast sandwiches and bagels, to souvenir lighters and key chains.
As I walked into the store, a noisy group of tourists had just paid for their lunch sandwiches and were heading back out into the city bustle. The store went from noisy and crowded to somewhat calm and quiet, as I headed to the drink cabinet for a Gatorade.