DINNER

By Martin Bihl

I was sitting at dinner at my parents' house in High School, and my father asks me "How was the City today?" So I start telling them about a weird thing I saw that had made me laugh. There was this kind of a hippie-looking guy just sitting there on the sidewalk down around Union Square. And standing around him were about seven cops. They weren't talking to him, they were just talking to each other, and he just kept sitting there, hanging out. And that's what I thought was funny, and why I started to tell everyone at the dinner table about it...my mom and dad, my brother, and my seventy-year old grandmother. Except that as I described the scene, I suddenly realized that the guy was actually dead. So the upshot is that I was sitting at the dinner table telling my seventy year old grandmother about a dead guy I saw in Manhattan today. Nice.