When referring to the sting of Midtown, it’s usually in reference to the pain of having to commute there, eat there and interact with others there for approximately eight hours out of the day five times a week. But now, the sting has turned literal.
Apparently, urban hives don’t just include women trying to outrun each other in Lululemon garb at the gym. It also includes one located in Midtown that has been overrun by swarms that are now gravitating toward all objects in the area. Please, god, let one of them be me so that I might at least get a half day for getting a case of the Thomas Js in My Girl.