Tuesday, April 2, 2013

The sun rose golden like a Motts-o-ball over Mott Street in Chinatown


In the break room at the agency, David gets soup from the microwave and gives a bowl  to John.
David
Here, this is authentic New York. Lower East Side to be exact.
John
Yeah, Mott Street in Chinatown. I know New York a little.
David
Please don’t tell me you think this is called Motts-o-ball soup?
David looks at John’s slightly embarrassed face.
David
Oh my God.
John
Oh your God. This is actually good. Almost better than Campbell’s microwavable chicken noodle soup.
David
Lower East Side was where a big wave of Jews settled.
John
By me they settle on the beach more. Not that many Jewish surfers. I saw in Gaza on Shalom TV, where this one surfer had to leave his beach cause Israel was giving the land back.
Bernie getting a coffee and running back out of the room.
Shalom TV…nice.  I’ll bet you don’t watch that channel David. Not cool enough for Greenwich Village.
Bernie leaves.
David to John
You always say the right words to make him smile.
John points to himself.
Words. Writer.
David rolls his eyes.
They both eat their soup. John stops and makes as sweeping gesture.
John
The sun rose golden like a Motts-o-ball over Mott Street in Chinatown…
David
Now we have a wave of stupid coming into New York from New Jersey.
John
You must teach me to become a Jedi Jew like you. Help me Obi wan Ka Kaufman. You’re my only hope.
David
Do or do not. There is no try.
John
You just quoted Yoda. Now if I can get you to quote Harry Potter, you will complete your journey to the dumb side.
David
New York is being dumb downed. But if it could get me laid, I would quote Harry Potter.
John
You don’t choose the wand, the wand chooses you.
David
Not bad. I’d use that in a singles bar.
John
Shalom
David
Spell that.
John
Shall o
David
Stop, stop, stop….



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