Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Overheard at the door

“You’re really good at your job, man.”

“I am?” He’d seen me “work” for approximately thirty seconds.

“Yeah. I run three clubs in the Village and one in the Bronx. You lookin' for work?”

“No thanks.”

“Why not?”

“Come on, man.”

“Come on, what? I could give you a job!”

“Give me a job doing what? You’re not even in the club yet. You haven’t seen me do shit, and you don’t even know who the fuck I am. You always walk up to people you don’t know and offer them jobs?”

“I was just tryin’ to make conversation.”

“Jesus, you people are fucking strange.”