We have our share of, um, personalities in the Slope. Of course, our weirdos are pretty tame, and all things considered, they don't even flirt with the levels of strange in some of the other city nabes. But I should be used to seeing some odd shit every now and then, yeah?
Okay, so how about a lady walking a fucking iguana down Eighth Avenue at Windsor Place on a leash? This was not in the repertoire of "weird shit I expect to see daily in Park Slope" (or, if it is, guess I'm a little rusty on my lizard maintenance, in which case I'm deeply sorry). So, for the love of research and all of your asses, I asked if I could take a photo. And did I get a photo?
Yes. But I was thinking like a "You keep your iguana on the sidewalk while I take out my phone" kinda photo set up, not a "OH HEY HERE'S MY IGUANA WILL YOU GET HIS GOOD SIDE OH THERE HE GOES!" Anyway, his name is Smooch and he would have liked to have stayed, but he wanted to get home to watch the tennis.