Toilet Heist

Only in New York does going to the bathroom feel like a Hollywood heist.

You have to stay calm. Keep your cool.

Lean in and whisper to the barista,

“Got the code?”

Sometimes they won’t budge.

Need to buy a $200 tiramisu latte.

So you’ve gotta pry it out of them.

WHAT’S THE CODE? GIVE ME THE CODE GOD DAMNIT!

They finally crack.

“2748395#…just don’t hurt me.”

You pace over to the safe.

Slowly punch the numbers into the stainless-steel keypad.

Hands shaking, sweat seeping down your face.

You hear a click. The green light flashes.

“Bingo.”