It's been a summer of sharks, New York! Okay, so it's no "six sharks on the Jersey Shore," but still: Today at Beach 106th St. in Rockaway, there was a finned little fiend splashing around in the waves. (Side note: 106th is right near Caracas arepa bar. Next time you're there, make sure to grab an arepa and a michelada. They are delish.)
It was just after the official 6 p.m. lifeguard whistle blow telling everyone to get out of the water, so no one was swimming at the time, but once the little guy was spotted, everybody gathered on the sand to watch. In the shark's defense, he just moseyed along minding his own, not really bothering anybody. (I'm using "he" here by default as I have no idea of the shark's gender—he was just so darn cute I can't bear to call him an "it.") Then everybody went back to what they were doing, because we are New Yorkers and excessively hard to impress.
You can get a glimpse of Sharky (I named him) below!