May I ask you a question?
You may? Do I know you?
You may! We are friends online [names are exchanged] but I have never met you. Did you…?
Were you on a train to New Orleans late last January?
What, are you doing contact tracing?
[with vatic verve] You were going to see Twisted Nipple on the 2nd night, and I was hoping to make the show that night, but the train was late. What? The smile tells me you are not quite serious.
I am not. But yes, I went there. Does it show, these months later? I love those guys.
I saw you on a bench and said hello to you — it was on the Moon Walk, because I saw you on the train and remembered saying hello on the train.
And now you’re saying hello again.
Yeah, yeah, I mean —
I remember you. You said there was a song that you liked that was played the first night, so I shouldn’t expect to hear it that night. And off you wandered, upstream. I had hoped you might sit down and speak a minute or two. I was told you are a very good writer.
That’s what Mother says.
Do I know your mother? Wait …
Do you know my mother? I hope so, otherwise I’m going to be very confused.
Did you really wish I had stayed and talked?
You look friendly, harmless enough. I could probably take you in a fight to the death.
You have many fights to the death?
Not as many as I used to.
Ah. Well, I’ve enjoyed the witty repartée, uh —
Can’t even remember my name, man, come on.
I’m kidding. I remember your name. Nice to meet you!
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