Dear Diary:
I was on the M104 going up Broadway when a woman got on and sat down next to me. After a while, she answered her cellphone.
“I’m on the bus right now,” she said.
“Yes,” she said after a pause.
“Yes,” she said, looking at me. “He answers that description.”
“No,” she said after another pause. “He doesn’t answer that description.”
I looked at her after she ended the call.
“My friend asked me if I was sitting next to a man,” she said. “Then she asked me if he was well dressed and good looking. Finally, she asked me if he was 68.”
We both laughed.
The bus stopped at 97th Street.
“Better luck next time,” I said as we got both off.
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