The Telephone game

I was on the 2 train. I got on at the Borough Hall stop-the last one in Brooklyn. And I took it all the way to 135th in Harlem. This man got on the same time as me. He sat down-pulled from his bag an old fashioned rotary telephone with the cord still attached.

At first he sat there with it on his lap, but then he picked it up and started talking into it. 

“Hello? Oh, hi, how are you? Good, good, thank you.” His conversation continued all the way to 135th. “Yes, yes, it has been lovely. 

I’ll call you back later-on my way home. Ciao!” - no one said a word to him. Let his CRAZY ASS have his conversation.