the worst lede in history

For those of you who don't know, a "lede" is the first sentence of a newspaper article. A good lede should be an invitation to the story, and draw readers to want to know more. A lede is so important, that this seems to be the point at which many reporters say they get writers block. (Never happens to me, though. However, I always start at the middle when I write newspaper articles, which is one way to avoid getting stuck at the lede.)

Now that you know all that, I think you can see why this lede from the New York Times fails on so many levels (I included the sentence following the lede, just for good measure):

WHY a blissful newlywed would rise from the conjugal dining table, abandon the defrosted lasagna dinner her young husband had prepared and navigate a sketchy stretch of Ninth Avenue near Times Square to meet another man at a shadowy restaurant augurs the stuff of urban melodrama.

As she passed Xtremes DVD and Video on Eighth Avenue, her neatly ironed “Grease — Too Pure to Be Pink” T-shirt drew the unwelcome attention of a gentleman sauntering south. Laura Osnes looked away.

Should I laugh or cry? I can't decide.