Girl with Clipboard: Hey, will you make a free call on my cell phone to Senator Charles Schumer and ask him to support [some green energy bill]?
Me: Yeah, sure, I'll do that.
She gives me the phone and I make the call. As I give the phone back, an astoundingly tall man wearing a sandwich board proclaiming himself a faith healer walks by. The girl stops him.
Girl with Clipboard: Hey sir, will you make a free call on my cell phone to Senator Charles Schumer...
Faith Healer: Yeah, cool. Takes the phone.
Me: (to Faith Healer) Hey... TeDevan. Rocketman. I know you.
Faith Healer: (squinting) Oh... yeah...
Me: We did a reading together, years ago.
Faith Healer: Yeah, at the Gershwin Hotel.
Me: Yeah, you told my girlfriend you could heal her with your penis.
Faith Healer: Oh... that's taken out of context.
Me: No offense was taken. (Pointing at sandwich board) What's all this?
Girl with Clipboard: (Gesturing at phone) Hey... hey? It's ringing?
I walk away, confused but vaguely exhilarated.
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Moments like that make me wish I lived in a big city. But all the other moments in the day make me glad I don't.
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