A large man wearing a dew rag approaches Carolyn from behind and begins to walk up the subway stairs next to her.
LMWDR: Nice tattoo.
Carolyn: Thanks.
LMWDR: I see you! I see you drinkin' that Diet Coke. This is New York City, you keep walkin' around here and you'll get down to the size you want to be.
Carolyn pauses, not fully convinced it's possible that someone actually just said that - out loud - to her face - especially given the fact that she was just engaged in some silent and pleasant self-talk about how good she looked in her new Target frock. She stops walking briefly as she realizes she just stepped over her own jaw. She picks it up as she crests the stairs and begins walking again.
LMWDR: But you look good. You look good the size you are. I'd take you out to dinner like that. We could go out 2 or 3 times... Have some tuna salad.
Carolyn, unsure whether or not he meant the double entendre, keeps walking, dragging her jaw behind her on the street. Someone kicks it. She keeps walking.
Fin.
WHAT DID I TELL YOU?
