I saw that shit in some shitty rom-com movie.
Several years later, my mother and I were in NYC for a once in a lifetime trip. I recognized the place where the movie was shot. My mother was all like, "Reeeeee we have to keep going!"
I was like, "Chill, breh, give me 3 minutes to check something out!"
She dragged her feet to the same spot I saw in the movie. I whispered, "Rick Steves doesn't have all the answers to the dopest shit in NYC."
And she fucking lost her shit!
I felt like a baller and a half as I whispered that she should "put the maps away and just chill for a bit or else she'd miss the masonry."
She gave me props for the surprise... but I was still forced to look at dumbass fabric and jewelry for half a day.