Conversation this morning at my usual Midtown Pre-Work Jamba Juice pitstop, which was empty with the exception of myself at the head of the line and two young female tourists with Southern accents behind me:
Tourist #1 (whispering): Is that him? I think it is.
Tourist #2 (whispering): I dunno, it really does look like him.
Tourist #1 (slightly above a whisper): Go say something.
Tourist #2 (well above a whisper): Naw, you should!
Tourist #1 (whispering again): I’m not asking him.
Tourist #2 (out loud): Well, I guess we’ll never know.