McCarren Park, Brooklyn

Scandinavians with skinny jeans and tight canvas shoes on my bench.

My son sleeps in his stroller. Why didn't I bring a book?

I catch a few words: "Brazil". "High rise building". Swedish?

On the next bench: a set of Brits. Smoking. Blending in.

We watch hipsters playing flag football in the park.

They are enjoying their retro game. To strike the right level of irony, necessary in this part of the world, they throw in some high fives, and gloves for the quarterback. Maybe they organized this online as a joke.

Behind them, further back: hasidic jews play softball. White collared shirts, black pants and curls bouncing about their ears. Google says they're called "payos". No irony there.

The Swede's phone rings.

It's her mother.