brief encounters
Monday, February 2nd, 2004
1. at katz bagels
Someone has left a brand new copy of The New York Times on the side table! I am surprised. I leaf through it and start reading a story about fake album covers.
The sweet young hipster boy next to me collects his bagel and looks at me imploringly.
“Oh I am so sorry,” I say, covered in shame: “this is your newspaper, isn’t it?”
“I’m sorry,” he replies. “I wouldn’t have bothered you but there’s somewhere I have to be.”
2. on the phone
“HELLO!” says the voice on the other end, joyously.
I am dumbfounded.
“Doctor’s office!” he continues.
I was not expecting that.
3. at the doctor’s office
Same guy, but in person this time. He’s adorable.
“I need to change my address,” I tell him.
“What, no apartment number? GIRL you are moving UP!!!”
