By Adam Langer
“Don’t say that,” she said. “Where do you live?”
“I work in a tire store,” he said, sounding vaguely sheepish.
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“Well, I still might see ya. Give me your number just so I’ve got it.”
“You never know,” she said. “I even surprise myself sometimes. Sometimes I call people I never thought I’d be calling at all.”
One of the two, who said his nickname was “Bump,” sat next to a 50ish bearded man, calling him “my roadie” and “Mr. Keaton” (he looked like Michael Gross, who played the father on Family Ties). One day, he told Mr. Keaton, he’d be starring on Def Comedy Jam. Bump started hitting on a nearby schoolteacher, yelling, “Yo! Teach me somethin’.” Mr. Keaton started laughing. A teenager with an immense Afro walked back and forth from car to car. Each time he passed by, Bump shouted, “Yo, Seventies! Yo, Seven-O! Yo, my boy be lettin’ it haiiiiinnnnnnngggggg!”
“Too long for me,” he said. “What’re you doing now?”
