Charlie saw this building across the street while waiting in line for a Broadway show.
It annoyed him. Tremendously.
The uneven windows,” he said, pointing. “Why?” he asked. “Why?”
I had no explanation. “I’m sure there’s a reason,” I said. “I just don’t know what it is.”
“There can be no reason for something like that,” he said. Then he looked to the sky again and shouted, “Why?”
He has a tough road ahead if uneven windows annoy him this much.
