‘Finally, I Broke Down and Bought a 20-Comb Assortment Pack’

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I had looked for per week to purchase a pocket comb to interchange one I had misplaced. Nobody gave the impression to be promoting them. I attempted a number of Duane Reade and CVS shops. Possibly it was a provide chain difficulty.

Finally, I broke down and acquired a 20-comb assortment pack in a sequence drugstore on John Avenue. It had multicolored combs in all widths, styles and sizes. Some had handles and spike ends. There have been even a couple of pocket-size ones.

“This is great,” the cashier mentioned as he rang me up. “You lose combs all the time.”

I instructed him I had wished to purchase only one comb however that nobody was promoting singles.

“I need a comb,” he mentioned. “Can I buy one of these for a dollar?”

I fortunately opened the pack.

“You choose which one,” he mentioned.

I gave him an enormous one with a deal with and broadly separated tooth. I declined the greenback invoice he tried at hand to me.

“This is perfect,” he mentioned.

It occurred to me as I left the shop that he had a really close-cropped crew minimize.

— Ed Fitzelle


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I had not breathed
in years

however one
night

picked
a wind
the strings
of my sinewed
throat

an previous man-
dolin

and a melody
moved by way of
me

— Rolli Anderson


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I used to be ready for a cab to take me from an pressing care clinic close to Lincoln Sq. to a close-by emergency room. I had fallen the evening earlier than whereas leaving the theater, smashing my knee and face on the sidewalk.

After an interminable wait, I noticed a lone cab stopped at a crimson mild. The motive force indicated that he would decide me up as quickly as the sunshine modified.

Then, in a transparent breach of taxi etiquette, a person who was perhaps 20 years youthful than I’m jumped into the road forward of me. He noticed me and will need to have realized I used to be ready for the cab. He clearly didn’t care as a result of when the sunshine turned inexperienced, he hopped in overtly.

I used to be indignant. Then the unthinkable occurred.

The cab approached me, the taxi thief opened the door, requested the place I used to be going, invited me in, waited as I hobbled aboard and instructed the driving force to take me the place I used to be going, which was a couple of avenues out of this man’s approach.

He instructed me he was late for a health care provider’s appointment and requested how I had gotten damage.

I mentioned I had fallen after leaving the theater. He requested if I labored in theater and mentioned that his spouse did.

Once we bought to the emergency room, he wouldn’t settle for any cash for the trip and requested only one factor in return: He wished me to inform his spouse what I had instructed him: that he was the nicest particular person to ever steal a cab from me.

“She needs proof sometimes that I’m nice,” he mentioned.

I didn’t get his title or his spouse’s, however hopefully she’s going to learn this.

— Gwen Marcus


It was the early Nineties, and my husband had simply printed his first novel. His editor insisted we stick with him and his companion of their spacious Higher West Facet house. It was between Zabar’s and Central Park and had a transparent view of the Empire State.

As first-time visitors, we tried to pitch in wherever potential, together with by strolling their monumental, furry white canine, Ripley.

Ripley, it turned out, was recognized by title all through the neighborhood. Everybody wished to pet her, and she or he relished consideration of any variety.

On one in every of our outings, we crossed paths with an elegantly dressed girl who clicking shortly towards the subway in steep heels.

“What kind is it?” I heard her ask.

“She’s a Samoyed!” I answered proudly. Perplexed, the girl repeated her query.

“A Sa-MOY-ed,” I mentioned, enunciating in an exaggerated style.

Waving me off, she dashed away in her heels.

After I turned towards my husband, he was doubled-over in laughter.

“She was asking, ‘What time is it?’” he mentioned when he regained his composure.

— Jeffrey P. Smith


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On a scorching summer season morning, I squeezed in subsequent to a girl on the B practice, opened my e book and tapped off my earbuds. The e book required consideration.

I may hear my seatmate singing. Usually this could annoy me, however I quickly realized the girl had a fairly voice. I resisted the urge to react and saved studying as an alternative.

Once we bought to my cease, I bought up and turned to take a look at her. She was smiling.

“Excuse me,” she mentioned.

“Yes,” I replied. In all honesty, I used to be anticipating her to go with me on my costume, one I put on usually.

“What is the name of your book?”

I used to be stunned.

“The Anomaly,” I mentioned. “It’s really good.”

“I know,” she mentioned, “I read a page over your shoulder.”

— Vanessa Spray

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