Two bearded, thick eyeglass framed, Converse-clad hipster transplants were sitting down for a break in their soon-to-be new hand-crafted, artisanal pickle and DIY butcher store in Greenpoint. As of yet, the store wasn’t ready, with only a few shelves and display racks set up.
One said to the other, “I’ll bet that any minute now some native that’s still lingering in OUR ‘NABE‘ is going to walk by, put his face to the window, and ask what we’re selling.”
Sure enough, just a moment later, a curious real Brooklyn gentleman walked up to the window, looked around intensely and tapped on the glass. Then in a loud voice asked, “What are you sellin’ here?”
One of the celery-legged gentrifiers nasally replied sarcastically, “We’re selling assholes.”
Without skipping a beat, the Brooklynite said, “You must be doing well. Only two left.”