So, last Sunday I swung over to the Bastille Day street fair on East 60th street. Due to the quantity of food I consumed there and my impending departure from the streets of New York, I thought I would walk down fifth avenue a little ways. I don't know what possessed me, but I ended up walking all the way down (and over) to the Lower East Side. Once I was down there, I spotted this billboard. Despite intense dehydration and hunger, my second thought after reading it (my first was laughter, if laughter is a thought), was that it was one of those 'your ad here' billboards. Something just didn't ring true about the diction (see all my writing workshops weren't for naught). Of course, after reading gawker and defamer yesterday and today, I see other people were way more on top of this than I was, but what I really want to know about is the giant billboard on the side of the Plaza Hotel. I wish I'd had my camera with me on Sunday so I could have taken a picture to show you guys. It's just bizarre. There's a woman sitting at a fancy-pants table, writing something, while another woman sits on the floor at her feet. What, exactly, are they selling at the plaza? Your own personal minion when you purchase one of their new private residences? Get on that story, Gawker.com!