Jades

I’m on the way home on the train tonight, talking to a guy colleague about parasites, misogynists and other colleagues.

A seemingly homeless man walks by with an armful of “The Onion,” possibly trying to sell the free paper, which makes us laugh in a terribly mean way. (Less at the man, more at the idea. I really think that’s true.)

Just as he squeezes by us, he launches into a primal kind of screaming. At first, I think it is a very distorted version of “Help me! Heeeelp meeee!” But as the train falls silent, I realize it is truly just gibberish.

My colleague, without skipping a beat, and with the honest mindset of an ever-absorbing reporter, marvels:

“I love his unorthodox screaming style.”

This strikes me as the funniest response to a very strange and awful situation I have ever heard. The screaming man gets off at the next stop, and my colleague and I laugh for the rest of our ride to Brooklyn.

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