As I went down the stairs into the train tunnel, an old French guy coming up muttered something critical at me, which unfortunately, I didn’t catch. After passing me, he hollered at a model-gorgeous girl in a sleek black outfit, who was smoking at the top of the steps:
‘Get rid of that cigarette! That is ugly! Ugly!‘
Later, outside a bar in Astoria:
Woman: ‘Well, then, uh, I don’t know, let me get your number?’
Guy: ‘My phone number?!’
