Apart from enduring the usual signs that tell you that you shouldn’t go to Midtown in the morning–e.g. stalled trains, your boss calling to tell you he/she will be out, breaking your heel off Mentos style somewhere along the way–there is now yet another glaringly obvious one: hotel panels flying from the sky.
Yes, “the explainers” of this phenomenon might want you to believe it’s simply “high winds” causing the swirling debris to potentially knock your on your ass and/or cause a concussion, but no, it’s God telling you you’re a piece of shit for working in an office for a company that pays more a year for its rent than it does for your salary.