A Gentleman Talked to Me About Something

So, I’m headed out to lunch with a friend, but the friend needs to use the restroom first, and he asks if I’ll hold his book.

“Sure,” I say. The book is called Cyber America.

I stand outside the restroom and people walk by and this guy in a torpedo jacket comes walking up.

He says, “Is that, like, about a horse named America?”

I look at the book.

“Um. No,” I say.

“Because I had a horse named America once.”

I don’t say anything.

“When I was a kid,” he explains, “we didn’t have all this techno-babble. It was just horses and guns. And corn.”

“Oh. Yeah. Well, that makes sense.”

“You must be a writer,” he says.

“Yeah, actually, I am.”

“What do you write?”

“E-mail, mostly. Sometimes a real letter. Occasionally, I sign stuff, like credit card receipts. That kind of thing.”

He points at a random, moving spot on my chest. “A real funny guy, huh? Your kind will last longer than the filthy cockroaches.”

And then he decides to catch the elevator.

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