Sherita, Sherita - what are you, exactly? You're selling fuel oil to landlords at the corner of Classon and Atlantic, or at least you once were, but that doesn't explain your appearance, now does it? Forgotten New York calls you a lipsticked dinosaur, but to me, you're more of a Dr. Seuss character, especially with that headgear. But whenever I have occasion to ride home on Atlantic Avenue, your pink visage warms my heart.
Question for readers - what the heck is Sherita?