Tuesday Night at A PayPhone in Brooklyn

Hey, operator. You having a good night? Yeah. You know what time it is? It’s pretty dark out. Oh, I was just out at the club on 95th street. You know, the one with the shiny purple floor and the bouncer that looks like Brad Pitt? He might’ve just been blond and tall. I don’t know. I’m pretty wasted. What do you know, operator? You’re drunk off your ass. Oh yeah, that’s me. Sorry. I just wanted to go out for a bit, you know? Clear my head. Do you know how much it’d be for a taxi back to Martense Street? I can’t find my wallet. Operator, I’ll bet you work long hours, you know what it’s like. You ever gone clubbing? My job’s kind of boring. I stick needles into people. Needles, I know. But it’s not that thrilling after a while. I know all the pressure points. Want me to show you your pressure points? Sorry, I have a boyfriend. I’m not flirting. I need to get back to the apartment. My boyfriend owns it, ‘cause I’m flat broke. Acupuncture isn’t exactly a cash cow industry. Boyfriend, boyfriend, what was I saying about a boyfriend? Sorry, I’m taken. I have a boyfriend. Sorry, I’m taken. He’s a data analyst. He owns the apartment. He owns my bed. He owns a lot of things. Operator, are you seeing anyone right now? Sorry, I have a boyfriend. I’m not flirting. Operator, he’s really boring. I like him, I think. He’s really, really boring. I don’t think we’re in love. Am I supposed to say that word? Operator, I need a new boyfriend. My boyfriend bought my bed. Sorry, I’m taken.