Red Hot Mamas
The self-proclaimed “Red-Hot Mama’s” were more than happy to oblige my request for a picture when I approached them on 5th Avenue. The quintent of women drew stares and smiles as they walked down the street, an unusual response for anyone in the oh-so-jaded NYC. 
The self-proclaimed “Red-Hot Mama’s” were more than happy to oblige my request for a picture when I approached them on 5th Avenue. The quintent of women drew stares and smiles as they walked down the street, an unusual response for anyone in the oh-so-jaded NYC. As I suspected the ladies were from out of town. “We’re from Idaho,” proclaimed one of the ladies, proudly spouting off the name of her home state as if it were a prize. They agreed to move down the sidewalk to pose for a photo. Giggling and smiling the entire way, the women seemed blissfully unaware of their surrondings Unfortunately, the women were unfamiliar with the aggression of NYC traffic, so when I strode confidently across the street to find a good place to take their picture, they followed without looking! Big Mistake. A near accident was averted as a cabbie’s brakes screeched to a halt and a few choice epithets in a foreign tongue were hurled out the window. Shaken, but determined “The Red Hot Mama’s” continued down 5th Avenue so they could have their photo taken for the website. “What is Black Friday?” one asked me suspiscously, as if I might be posting their photo on a website with less than honorable purposes. When I explained that the website was all about shopping, the ladies were once again all smiles. After posing, the group continued to do more shopping, yelling “Have a great day!” to me with all the warmth one would expect of a “Red Hot Mama” from Idaho.