Me: Wearing a “Price is Right” sweatshirt. Walking west on 112th Street in Corona, Queens.
Woman: Drink in hand. Standing on her building’s raised stoop. Surrounded by her girlfriends.
Woman: “Hey Papi!”
Me: Stop walking. Peer up at her.
Woman: You dropped your stuff.
Me: Looking behind me. Completely confused.
Woman: Your money…you dropped it.
Me: Spot no cash on the ground. Even more confused.
Woman: There. The Price is Right.
— Long Pause —
Me: Bust out laughing.
Girlfriends: Laugh hysterically.
Woman: Stoic. Never moves. Stares blankly through me to the pit of my soul.
Me: Chuckling, turn and continue walking west.
Girlfriends: Laughter continues. I can still hear them three blocks away.