Missing unicorn

New York City is a living bulletin board. The announcements, ads, posters and graffiti with which people adorn the walls of this city are enough to make even the shortest stroll fascinating. At first, I thought this flier posted by someone requesting live bedbugs took the cake.


That is, until I saw this:


I called, of course. About the unicorn, not the bedbugs. I mean, how could I not after spotting her waiting for the La Guardia shuttle bus with a sleazy guy and overhearing them mention Vegas?