Fit for any use

I've been meaning to jot this one down for weeks. I was waiting outside Meskerem, my fave Ethiopian place on McDougal, when an adorable NYU undergraduate lass passed by me, then stopped abruptly at the sight of the sign outside the bar next door. "Oooh," she sighed longingly to her male companion. "Half-priced wine!" She made an indecisive face, then kept walking. It's ok. Classiness doesn't happen overnight.