“We both got on the Brooklyn-bound train on 6th Ave. It was around midnight, I think. You were Asian (and am still Asian, I assume), wearing a parka with a fur hood, and had a Chinese take-out box with you. I was the Asian guy with glasses. I thought we caught each other’s eye, but I don’t mean to be presumptuous, maybe I had a huge chunk of pizza crust stuck to my cheek (this has happened before). Maybe we can get a drink or something?”
You MAYBE had a huge chunk of pizza crust stuck to your face? Awesome.
Sign me up.
SFAR.
