The ribbon and button department of a Copenhagen store, ca.1904.
Fuck it, I’m going back in time. My autistic ass was designed to work in a ‘buttons and ribbons’ department. Oh, you want me to show you a dozen spools of fancy ribbons and go on at length about their qualities? You want me to sort little buttons and know far too much about button manufacture and styles and help you find the perfect buttons for the new dress you’re making custom for the summer YES I WILL HELP YOU WITH THAT.
NYC is so big that when some small disaster happens here we mostly hear about it from relatives that live out of state and see it on tv and then text us assuming we were nearby. Like no mom I didn’t get squished by the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man I was in a different borough
