A man got on the 3 train at 72nd yesterday morning and happened to see a friend there. He’d had a strange dream that needed telling, and he told it:
He was out on the sidewalk, near the Fairway on the UWS, when a black woman stopped him to ask for directions. As he was trying to explain the route – he couldn’t remember where to – a cellphone rang in the woman’s pocket and she reached for it. It kept ringing as she held it out to him. “It’s for you,” she said.
He answered, and another woman’s voice said, “Is this [his name]?” And he said yes, although it was the formal name he doesn’t typically use. And she said she was calling to confirm that he was alive, because their records indicated he was dead.
“This is me, I’m alive,” he said.
“Okay,” she said, “We needed to check, because all the records indicate that you are dead.”
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