October 4, 2006

Friday morning, E.S. and I went into Manhattan together, he to go to work and I to the gym. As we waited in the Atlantic Avenue subway station, he said something incredibly annoying–I can’t remember what, alas–and I made as if to push him onto the train track. Then we had the following conversation:

E.S.: In front of the N train? Is that really how you want me to go?
FAUSTUS: No. It’s not nearly painful enough. But it’s what’s available.
E.S.: I just don’t want my last thought to be he won’t get the insurance.
FAUSTUS: I won’t get the insurance anyway. Your sister is your beneficiary.
E.S.: Never mind.
FAUSTUS: Oh, look, here comes the train.

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5 Responses to Friday morning, E

  1. David says:

    You can’t remember the annoying thing he said? I think you’re losing your edge.

  2. Todd says:

    As someone who has had to wait on a stopped train for over an hour because of someone jumping/getting pushed onto the tracks, let me just say that you would have been cursed and hexed and disparaging things would have been done to your Karma by all on the train if you would have done this. That is, I guess, in addition to the hit your karma would take because of throwing E.S. in front of the train in the first place.

  3. anapestic says:

    Flesh-eating bacteria.

  4. Logan says:

    And having now come past that point, how’s it feel to be single again?

  5. Paul says:

    Ouch. Going by the train. Eek.


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