Wednesday, April 16, 2008
So, I couldn't decide whether to put this one under "Personal" or "Journalism", but eventually opted for the former...I'll let you be the judge.
Waiting for the Orange line train at the Smithsonian stop last night around 11:30pm, I sit down and begin to read an article on Virginia folks getting caught up in horrible pay-lender programs, when all of the sudden the pay phone next to me begins to ring. Yes, you remember pay phones, they used to populate the horizon like Reebok Pumps in Williamsburg...but sad to say the last phone booth in D.C. was taken down recently.
After two rings, I decided to pick it up.
On the other end was a man's voice, probably around early 20's in age. He said:
"Hello, we're conducting a survey and are wondering if you could tell us how many obese people you see now in your Metro station."
I won't front. I looked around. Thought about answering seriously. Then, being the forever witty/corny person that I am, said:
"Slim to none."
"Well, you may not know what we mean. Do you see anyone who looks like they're having trouble walking?"
Pause. Then, he continued:
"They may be holding a cake."
"What kind of cake?" I ask.
"Usually a chocolate or maybe a wedding cake."
"Hmmmmm, what about a pound cake or an angel food cake?"
"No, not usually, usually chocolate," he said.
"Hmmm, well there's a guy carrying an angel food cake."
"Are there any others around him perhaps?"
At this point my train had arrived, so I said:
"Oh shit, he just fell, I gotta go!"