“Suspended at the Co-op”: it’s a Hester-Prynne style shame for Brownstoners, writes Gothamist.
There is a market for this, probably, but if Definitive Ink is truly enterprising, they should consider branching out!
For example, Thanksgiving gave me a chance to chat over canned green beans with a friend’s Texan mom. Earlier, trying to accompany her daughter shopping at the Co-op, she had been regarded with a level of suspicion typically reserved for ne’er-do-well teens, not 50-something mothers of three.
Here’s a T-shirt that might have broad appeal: “Alienated at the Co-op.”