Monday, October 7, 2013

Full Circle

 A Train Express. 5pm. Sunday. Cute Gay Bear Wearing Cutoffs and Vans and Playing On His Iphone sits with Blonde Girl With Backpack and Long Dangly Necklace. They are both really fat. I can say that because I am fat too.

BGWBALDN: You want a sip?


BGWBALDN: You sure? You said you were thirsty when we were walking to the train.

CGBWCAVAPOHI: Nah, not a big coke zero fan.


CGBWCAVAPOHI: Not really, I like diet coke.

BGWBALDN: Oh me too. I like diet coke too.

CGBWCAVAPOHI: Then why are you drinking coke zero?

BGWBALDN: Well, it's like--they are two different drinks. I just like them differently.

CGBWCAVAPOHI: Weird. I can only drink diet coke.

BGWBALDN: It's like how I like Starbucks for the morning. Like, I want that burst of bitterness.

CGBWCAVAPOHI: From the Baristas?

BGWBALDN: Ha! You...

CGBWCAVAPOHI: I know, ha..ha...


CGBWCAVAPOHI: But seriously, I like the stronger coffee in the morning. But in the afternoon... (he pauses, grins) In the afternoon...(he leans in like he's telling a secret). I get Dunkin' Donuts.



BGWBALDN:  Oh. My. God.

CGBWCAVAPOHI: I'm from New England, what can I say?

BGWBALDN: You are a coffee slut.

CGBWCAVAPOHI: I know! I know! I'm terrible.

BGWBALDN: I could never.

CGBWCAVAPOHI: They are just two different drinks, Dunkies and Starbucks. Like Diet Coke and Coke Zero. Just different. There's room for both.

BGWBALDN: Like McDonald's and Burger King?


BGWBALDN: McDonald's for the burgers, BK for the fries.

CGBWCAVAPOHI: Hm. Interesting. I feel the opposite. I think the burgers at Burger King taste more real.

BGWBALDN: Oh, I do too. But the thing is, if I want a REAL burger, I'm going somewhere else. I'm not going to a fast food place. I'm at a pub, or 5 guys or Burger Joint.

CGBWCAVAPOHI: Ugh. Burger Joint. So...ugh.

BGWBALDN:  You know what I mean.


BGWBALDN:  And if I want a thin patty of meat substitute sandwiched in delicious gluey bread with sauce and shit on it, I'm going to McDonald's.

CGBWCAVAPOHI: Makes sense.

BGWBALDN:  But the fries at Burger King are legit. They are legit good.


BGWBALDN: Mmm. But nothing like a Big Mac.

CGBWCAVAPOHI: Even though I am always wasted and waiting in line at the take out window OUTSIDE on St. Nick's next to guys with gang tattoos! I'm willing to risk it, because THAT'S how much I love a good #1.

BGWBALDN: You are terrible.

CGBWCAVAPOHI: I know. (pause) You know what else?

BGWBALDN: Nope. What else?

CGBWCAVAPOHI: I love three different Chinese restaurants.

BGWBALDN: Wow. Really? I understand two..but...three?

CGBWCAVAPOHI: Yes. When I want cheap and fast I go to Jade Garden--

BGWBALDN: Ew. That place got shut down for health violations. That's disgusting.

CGBWCAVAPOHI: They've reopened. I don't think it's the same place.

BGWBALDN: Still. I would never.

CGBWCAVAPOHI: Oh my god. You're so--they have an A now. There's an A in the window.

BGWBALDN: Oh. I guess maybe I'd try it. But I don't like the crab rangoon. It has like a weird flour film on it.

CGBWCAVAPOHI: I know! I know! So weird! That's why when I am REALLY craving crab rangoon--which by the way in New York they call it Fried Cheese Wontons--which is so weird...I order from Great Wall.

BGWBALDN:  I know, but they only take cash, which is annoying.

CGBWCAVAPOHI: No! No! They're on GrubHub now...

BGWBALDN: Wow, really? Life Changer.


BGWBALDN:  What's the third place?

CGBWCAVAPOHI: Well, if I'm not broke--


CGBWCAVAPOHI: HA! I know--but, if I'm not broke and I want the quality shit, I get Empire.

BGWBALDN:  Oooo. Fancy. I love their dumplings.

CGBWCAVAPOHI: Me too, that's what I get.

Train announcement. "This is 168th Street Columbia Presbyterian. Transfer is available to the downtown A and C trains across the platform, and the 1 train through the passageway. Next stop. 175th."  CGBWCAVAPOHI and BGWBALDN get up.

CGBWCAVAPOHI: Should we go to Starbucks?

BGWBALDN:  No, I'm in more of a Dunkin' Donuts place.

CGBWCAVAPOHI: Oh! Full circle!

BGWBALDN: You know it!

They exit the train.


I Have Always Felt Distracted

Packed 2 Train. Morning Rush Hour. Thirty-something Blonde Woman Who Doesn't QUITE Look Like She Works In Fashion, But Who Most Likely Majored In It, Possibly Doubling in "Communications" is monologing intently to Blue Tooth Laiden Finance Guy Who Is Pretty Hot Despite The Fact That He Is Sweating A Lot. I am listening to Michelle Branch--I mean, um Daft Punk?

T-SBWWDQLLSWIFBWMLMIIPDIC: So, it's weird because haven't felt filled--filled know, HIM, in so long. I just haven't felt his presence. And I've been really searching, too. But normally when I'm filled with his love, the love of his holy spirit, I just KNOW it. On some innate level. I just feel him, you know? And I've been very diligent in my practice. Don't think I haven't. No matter what Matt says, I have. (pause) And these days--these days, there's so much NOISE. Facebook. TV. Movies. Iphones. Sin. Just general distraction...I always have felt distracted...but even then, I've been able to feel him around me. So Pastor Alan always says eliminate the things that stand between you and God's love. So I've done that. (pause) I mean, I've done that within in, to an EXTENT. To the extent that it's possible to to what with the pressure at work and everything...But still, I don't feel close to him. Maybe I should meditate more, you know? Do you meditate?



BTLFGWIPHDTFTHISAL: I feel less stressed, I suppose.

T-SBWWDQLLSWIFBWMLMIIPDIC: Yeah! Me too! Yes! I love it! I love that and I love yoga. People think they are the same, but they aren't. I know they aren't. They are totally different. But--both are good. Both are really calming for me. I feel a lot know, INTENSE...afterwards. Quieter. It's nice. I like yoga. (pause) I think it's the breathing. (longer pause) But anyway, so I've been feeling really concerned about not feeling my connection with God in the way that brings me comfort--well, comfort is simplistic--it's not JUST a comfort thing. It's. I need to feel, like right with the world or's important to me to feel like there's something larger--

Train announcement. "This is 72nd street. Transfer is available to the 1 train across the platform. Next stop. 42nd Street Times Square."

BTLFGWIPHDTFTHISAL: (Gathering his leather soft briefcase thing) This is me.

T-SBWWDQLLSWIFBWMLMIIPDIC: Oh! Okay. Have a great day!

BTLFGWIPHDTFTHISAL: You too. Um...Nice to meet you.

T-SBWWDQLLSWIFBWMLMIIPDIC: Nice to meet you, too. Great chat!


Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Dog Days of Summer

To read this post, you need to know that my roommate got a dog (a beagle/ chihuahua mix) and then gave it away to our friend because it was too much work. I still pine for this dog every day.

I'm on the elevator when my Cute Little Old Dominican Lady Neighbor Who Always Wears a Pink Sweater gets on.

Me: Good morning.
CLODLNWAWAPS: Where your cute little dog?
Me: Oh. Yes. We, um, we had to give him away.
CLODLNWAWAPS: No! No! He was so cute! So cute!
Me: I know, I know. We loved him...but...It just didn't work out.
CLODLNWAWAPS: Oh no! That cute little dog? Oh no!
Me: Yeah, it was sad.
CLODLNWAWAPS: Why you no keep that cute little dog? Little spots? Such a good boy! So cute.
Me: Yup. He...he was. Very cute.
CLODLNWAWAPS: So you give him up? Why? Why?
Me: Well, you know, lifestyle wise, it just wasn't a good fit for us...and, it wasn't nice for him.
(the elevator doors open, we walk out)
CLODLNWAWAPS: Well, same is true of my kids, but I kept them!
(CLODLNWAWAPS hysterically laughs)
Me: Ha. Um. Ha...
CLODLNWAWAPS: I didn't give them up!
Me: (Walking away) Well, have a nice day...
CLODLNWAWAPS:  (ignoring me, laughing to herself as she walks away) Maybe I should have...Maybe...I should...have...

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Short and Scary. But Mostly Scary.

Creepy guy on the 2 train: Do you like my gold tooth?
Me: Uh, yes. Very nice.
CGOT2T: I got it special for you.
Me: My. What foresight...
CGOT2T: Naw, none ah that, baby. I'm allllll trimmed.
Me: (moves to other end of the train.)

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Creep No More

DOUCHEY LOOKING GUY WITH ROLEX IN A BUSINESS SUIT WHOSE NAME IS APPARENTLY ERIC is standing behind me in the Starbucks line by my office building. Moments later, OTHER DOUCHEY LOOKING GUY IN BLUE CHECKED SHIRT WITH A LARGER ROLEX steps in line and sees first douchey guy.

ODLGIBCSWALR: Holy shit thank god it's Friday.
DLGWRIABSWNIAE: Right? It's too nice out to be dealing with office b.s., you know?
ODLGIBCSWALR: For sure. For. Sure.
DLGWRIABSWNIAE: What are you up to this weekend?
ODLGIBCSWALR: Well, tonight Amy is making see some dance play or something.
DLGWRIABSWNIAE: (laughing) What? Aw, dude, I'm sorry.
ODLGIBCSWALR: I know. I know--jesus.
ODLGIBCSWALR: It's at some hotel in Chelsea. Some big hotel. Like, they dance around it? And it's about MacBeth or something. (He pauses. Laughs.) I was watching the game when she was explaining it...
DLGWRIABSWNIAE: OH. WAIT. That's Sleep No More. I saw that. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD.
ODLGIBCSWALR: What? What? Is it bad?
DLGWRIABSWNIAE: Dude. It's so weird and boring. Like, it's supposed to be scary but it's just like, an empty building.
DLGWRIABSWNIAE: There IS a bar though. So you can get a drink. But I was pissed because when I went Jen wouldn't let me leave her, because she was scared.
ODLGIBCSWALR: I thought you said it wasn't scary.
DLGWRIABSWNIAE: It's like, girl scary. Plus she likes art-y stuff.
ODLGIBCSWALR: Oh, it's like an art thing...that must be why she's taking me. I thought it was a haunted house.
DLGWRIABSWNIAE: There is though--I forgot this, but I liked this--there IS a candy store and you can eat the candy. Like old fashioned weird candy in jars. I think it's on the 3rd floor?
ODLGIBCSWALR: There's more than one floor?
DLGWRIABSWNIAE: There's like 5. You have to wear a mask too.
DLGWRIABSWNIAE: I know, it's weird. There are a couple of hot girls in it, but the thing is, you see them and then you can't find them again, plus they are wearing big dresses.
ODLGIBCSWALR: I do not want to see this.

(long pause.)

DLGWRIABSWNIAE: Actually, now that I'm thinking about it, it was kind of cool.
ODLGIBCSWALR: You said it was boring.
DLGWRIABSWNIAE: Yeah, but I can't remember if I felt that way or if I said it to piss Jen off, haha!
ODLGIBCSWALR: Hahaha! (Pause.) I know what you mean. I really do.

Friday, July 19, 2013

Like Two Trains Passing in the Night

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1. OVERHEARD at the 14th St Subway station.

Stressed Out Older Mom in Sundress with Frizzy Hair pulls Little Girl in Duck Bathing Suit (around six or seven?) onto the L Train. Little Sister (around 4 or 5?) in Red Polka Dot Bikini and Jelly Shoes follows.

SOOMIWFH: You will NOT. Behave. Like. This. In. Public. I won't tolerate it. I won't tolerate a brat.
SOOMIWFH: I've tried reasoning with you. I've tried bribing you. I've tried punishing you. WHAT WILL IT TAKE?
SOOMIWFH: What's going to happen when you're older? You won't have any friends. No one is going to like this behavior.
SOOMIWFH: You're EMBARRASSING me. (Yanks the little girl next to her.)
LSIRPDBJS: Why's she crying mama?
SOOMIWFH: Because she's a brat.
LSIRPDBJS: I want ice cream.
SOOMIWFH: I want ice cream too, I want a whole lot of things, but I'm not getting them either.
LSIRPDBJS: That's sad.
SOOMIWFH: Yes. It is.



Sitting on the 1 train reading "In Touch" or "US Weekly" -- can't remember which. (DO NOT JUDGE ME OK? I LIKE TO KEEP UP WITH THE KARDASHIANS, ALRIGHT?) Suddenly, Normal Looking Middle Aged Black Man with Briefcase and Red Tie sits next to me.

NLMABMWBART: You shouldn't read that garbage.
(I smile. Shift away.)
Me: Ha. Yeah.
(Back to reading.)
NLMABMWBART: No, really.
Me: Ha, I know, I know. It's my vice!
NLMABMWBART: You're letting them get away with it.
Me: Uh...
NLMABMWBART: You're bringing Satan into your life and you don't even know it.
Me: Ah, well, I guess that's a risk I'm willing to take for Kristen Stewart. Haha...ha...
NLMABMWBART: It effects all of us.
Me: Oh,
NLMABMWBART: Don't apologize to me. Apologize to your children.
Me: Ah, well, I don't have any of those so I guess I'm in the clear.
NLMABMWBART: You aren't. None of us are.
(We approach 72nd street. DING DONG.)
NLMABMWBART (to a Business-y Looking Skinny Blonde Female Passenger entering the train car): Satan is in this car. Don't go in there.
BLSBFP: I'll take my chances.
(Door shuts.)
BLSBFP: Fucking lunatic.


Saturday, July 13, 2013

Back By Popular--and by that I mean 1 person's--Demand

After 3 hours on the phone with the federal help desk trying to re-register with the NEA...

Grant Agent: Are you Young Jean Lee?
Me: Well, no, but I'm the company authorizing official.
Grant Agent: So. You are not Young Jean Lee?
Me: No. But would this phone call go faster if I, do I need to be?
Grant Agent: Well...I mean, you aren't, so...
Me: No. I am. I am. I actually am.
Grant Agent: Miss, you just told me you weren't.
Me: I was wrong. I am. I am Young Jean Lee.
Grant Agent: Miss--
Me: I was lying before! I'm Young Jean Lee!
Grant Agent: I can't--
Grant Agent: Uh--
Grant Agent: Okay, Ms. Lee. Can I have your DUNS number?
Me: Yes, you may.
Grant Agent: Hold on a second while I pull up your file.
(long pause, sound of typing)
Me: The irony is, she probably wouldn't even know that.
Grant Agent: You mean, YOU wouldn't even know that.
Me: What? Oh. Right. Haha. Yes. I wouldn't.
Grant Agent: Wait...who is Caleb Hammons?
Me: used to be the POC...why?
Grant Agent: He's actually the authorizing official. I need to speak with him.
Me: Oh...I'm Caleb Hammons, that's me. That's my name.
Grant Agent: Oh really? You should have said that before.
Me: Ha! Oh silly me...oh...! Haha!
Grant Agent: Great, I'll just need your date of birth.
Me: Um...06/05/
Grant Agent: You aren't Caleb Hammons.
Me: I AM
Grant Agent: (sigh)
Grant Agent: Lady...

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Double Your Pleasure

Alright guys. I made some big promises in my last post. Promises I was too lazy to keep. But also these two moments from today made those moments look like child's play.

Without further ado...

TODAY. FORT GREENE. SMALL LOCAL PARK. CIRCA 2:30pm. I'm responsible for a small human child--an 11 month old--who is possibly the cutest baby in existence...a baby who, incidentally, just learned to wave. She waves to people, trees, statues, fences, and all large objects. I'm walking this adorable creature around the park and she spies Black Female Park Worker on Her Iphone. She, naturally, waves. BFPWOHI waves back. Adorable child giggles.

BFPWOHI (on the phone): Ooooooohhh girl I wanna have a baby.
BFPWOHI(on the phone): I know. I know. But like, you should see these babies. Oh my god this one is waving at me. She's wavin' and smilin' and my--what you call it?--
BFPWOHI (on the phone): Biological clock, right. 
BFPWOHI (on the phone): Just take your IUD out.
BFPWOHI (on the phone): I wanna take mine out.
(Adorable Baby waves again.)
BFPWOHI (on the phone): She's still waving. She's waving right now.
(BFPWOHI  waves back. Adorable Baby giggles.)
BFPWOHI (on the phone): That bitch has a baby? Oh my god. That is--
BFPWOHI (on the phone): No I bet she don't even know how to spell IUD.
BFPWOHI (on the phone): I. U. D...
(BFPWOHI dies laughing)
BFPWOHI (on the phone): Girl, if you can't spell it, keep yours in. Keep. It. In.



Dominican Girl With Giant Gold Earrings and Tears Streaming Down Her Face is standing in the middle of the street. (NOT TO BE CONFUSED WITH THE SIDEWALK). She is screaming. Beside her stands Befuddled Early 20s Dominican Boy in Dirty White TShirt and Umbros (YES. UMBROS.) He is holding a tiny dog.

DGWGGEATSDHF: You are SHIT. You are SHIT. I shoulda never trusted you. You're SHIT.
BE20sDBIDWTAU: Come on, down you're scaring him. (He refers to the shaking little rat/ dog).
DGWGGEATSDHF: You think I give a shit? You think I give a shit about you or your fucking dog?!? I DON'T. I DON'T GIVE A SHIT.
BE20sDBIDWTAU: Baby, come on. I'm your lover! You've known me a know I wouldn't play you like that. Come on you known me a whole week--
BE20sDBIDWTAU: That week mean nothin' to you, baby? Come on? We had such good times...we talked.
(She begins to storm off down the street. He goes to stop her, then stops himself. Looks after her. Looks at the dog.)
BE20sDBIDWTAU: (to the dog): It's ok. Shhhh. She just a crazy bitch. We'll have fun on our own.

Monday, July 8, 2013

Somethin's a-brewin'

I haven't had time to blog in the past few days, as I've been away celebrating the 4th and our great nation in the woods with lovely friends...and beer...and card games...and mosquito bites...


Now I'm back. And don't worry, everyone. New York still smells like pee. It's ok. You don't have to fret about that.

I will find time to make a post in the next day or two. Here are the current situations I'm ruminating on:

1. We went to a really scary country diner that was surrounded by HUNDREDS of teddy bears that stare at you while you eat. There was a waitress with a neon pink shirt who came over to pet the dog we had with us. She old us she had recently put her dog down. She cried. I was uncomfortable. But also felt bad for her. Because losing your dog is actually terrible and really sad.

2. We went to a gorge. There was a man there named Richard who kept cliff jumping and screaming "brooooooooo!" as he jumped. He and his friends were playing Nirvana, Lit, Sublime, Third Eye Blind, Matchbox 20. Richard was a special creature.

3. I was sent on an expedition to a small grocery store in the middle of nowhere in upstate New York. It was called Gregg's. I was supposed to get vegan hot dogs. At a place with a sign out front that said "all beef 50% off". I asked the lady at the deli for vegan hot dogs...vegan anything. She said "we have chicken?"

4. At a Wendy's on Route 81 back to NYC, there were two girls--clearly also headed back to the city. Who, in the line, CHANGED PANTS WITH EACH OTHER. IN LINE. LIKE, AS I WAS ORDERING. One of them was wearing a thong. Both of them were wearing a terrifying sense of entitlement.

More soon.

Wednesday, July 3, 2013


In line at the 59th Street Starbucks. 5:30 pm. An early 20s couple:

Little Tiny Trendy Girl Wearing a Sweater in Ninety Degree Heat: No, I'm not, like, mad. I'm, I accept you for you, but it's just, like it takes me out--briefly--of our relationship. Like, I'm pulled away for a second when you do it, that's all.

Painfully Skinny Hipster Boy With A Sailor's Bracelet On: Well, when you say that, it's not a little thing. That really pisses me off. That you're like "I mean, it's fine but I like you less", that's basically what you're saying. You're saying it repels you. But in the same breath you're like "don't worry about it"...well, obviously I'm going to--

LTTGWASINDH: But that's what I'm saying you don't have--

PSHBWASBO: But I'm obviously going to worry when my girlfr--

LTTGWASINDH: There must be things I do that are like similar--

PSHBWASBO: No. I don't have anything like that.

LTTGWASINDH: That's ridiculous. You must. You have to. Come on. I'm a grownup. I can handle it.

PSHBWASBO: Well, honestly this conversation. This...This conversation does that for me. Like, when you pick at me like this and act like it's no big deal.

LTTGWASINDH: Because it IS no big deal. It's seriously--

PSHBWASBO: It's a big deal to me because now I feel like an asshole. I had no idea you even noticed. But now I'm like, thinking back to all the times, and realizing you must have felt that way so often. I do it a lot, so you must have felt that way, like, constantly--

LTTGWASINDH: That's not true. It's not constant. It's not.

PSHBWASBO: Well, right, but now I'm thinking it's like all the time.

LTTGWASINDH: Well, that's in your head, I never said that.

PSHBWASBO: But do you understand why it makes me paranoid and crazy?

Starbucks Clerk: Good afternoon, what can I get you?

LTTGWASINDH: A tall coffee. With a little room.

SC: Hot?

LTTGWASINDH: Yes, definitely.

(Pause. Typing on register.)

SC: You?

PSHBWASBO: Grande iced coffee, sweetened.

(SC types. Silence for a moment.)

LTTGWASINDH: You get sweetened?

PSHBWASBO: Yeah. Always.


SC: Will that be all?

LTTGWASINDH: I think so.


(PSHBWASBO hands him a five dollar bill. LTTGWASINDH says nothing. SC hands PSHBWASBO change. They move off to wait. Looking at their phones. He, an iphone. She--mysteriously--an android.)

LTTGWASINDH: Abby just texted me.


LTTGWASINDH: Francis Ha is playing in a half hour at Lincoln Plaza.

PSHBWASBO:  What is that?

LTTGWASINDH: It's good, I think.

(Pause. He picks up a stirrer and starts absentmindly chewing on it. Looking at facebook on his phone.)

LTTGWASINDH: Should we go?

PSHBWASBO:  Oh. Yeah, sure.

LTTGWASINDH: Cool. It's apparently great.

SC: Grande iced, sweetened.

LTTGWASINDH: Ha, sweetened.

(PSHBWASBO grabs his coffee. They start towards the door.)

PSHBWASBO: Wait, where are we going again?


PSHBWASBO:  Oh, cool.

(They exit.)

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

An Oldie But Goodie

I'm holed up in my apartment today, doing rewrites on my play (HERE Arts Center August 1-4!) and pacing around and eating Edy's fruitbars and generally suffering from a mid-20s existential crisis. So I likely won't have much contact with the outside world.  So I offer you this. From back in October.

P.S. I still don't own a track suit.

Weird Old Dude on the Street: I like your track suit.
Me in sweatpants at the mailbox outside my building:...
WODOTS: I used to have one just like it.
MISATMOMB: Heh, cool. (Turning to go)
WODOTS: So. You aren't gonna bother correcting me and telling me you aren't wearing a track suit.
WODOTS: You clearly are not wearing a track suit.
WODOTS: So you were just gonna let it go? You were gonna let me call it a track suit?
MISATMOMB: It sort of seemed easier that way, yes.
WODOTS: (walking away) I don't need anyone placating me. I don't need that.

Monday, July 1, 2013

Welcome to Reception

I'm sitting in a Starbucks crying (or trying not to cry in public) about the woman who died in the Cirque show last night. A man with a scary skin disorder sits down near me.

AMWSSD: There are no outlets in this goddamn Starbucks.
(He looks at me expectantly. I nod. Return to googling "aerialist death")
AMWSSD: I remember when Starbucks had outlets. That was the whole point.
(I look up briefly. Look back to my screen.)
AMWSSD: Will you watch my computer while I ask if they have an extension cord?
Me: Um. Sure...
AMWSSD (walking away, muttering): Is a fucking outlet too much to ask?
(I begin googling one of my friends from 7th grade because I remember he is now in the circus. Gay, black dancer man in spandex approaches.)
GBDMIS: Excuse me, do you have a pen?
Me: Um. Sure...
(I rummage in my bag. He chats as I do so.)
GBDMIS: I have this audition and I forgot to write down the address! I am a hot MESS!
Me: Ha, I know the feeling.
GBDMIS: Just yesterday I went to Ripley Grier and waited in line for a big chorus call, only to find out the chorus call I wanted was at PEARL!!
Me: Ah, bummer.
GBDMIS: You're tellin' me. I gotta have somethin' to tell my mother before the fall or she's gonna make me come home.
Me: Yikes.
GBDMIS: Oh don't worry, I would never. That woman. That woman.
Me: Ha. I know what you mean.
(I hand GBDMIS a pen. AMWSSD returns. No extension cord.)
AMWSSD: No fucking extension cords. And my computer is gonna die. This day.
GBDMIS: I FEEL you! It's just one of those. (pause, hands me the pen.) Thanks for the pen.
(GBDMIS exits.)
AMWSSD: You lent him your pen? Jesus. You're just...the receptionist of this Starbucks. Ha.
Me: Ha. I guess so.
AMWSSD: You just have one of those faces.
(AMWSSD  checks the battery on his computer.)
AMWSSD: Fuck it. I'm going to Cosi.
(AMWSSD exits.)