You Never Know, Right?

A man gets on the A train today to sell his hip-hop CDs.

“Do you like hip-hop? Do you like hip-hop?” He approaches people individually.

“Do you like hip-hop?” he asks a man who is maybe 60, with Gary Shandling’s puffy hair and a red pocket square tucked into his dark suit. He is reading over papers through his bifocals.

“Only Grandmaster Flash,” he says, in a perfect Brooklyn accent.

I laugh a lot.

“Do you know who he was?” the suit-man asks me.”

“Yup,” I say.

“Do I look like I like hip-hop?” he asks me.

“You never know,” I say to him.

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Totally aside, Holy Fucking Crap.