Saturday, April 16, 2005

Something that happened last Wednesday

Setting: New York City. 7th Avenue between 27th and 28th Streets.

(A young heavyset Black man is selling sunglasses on a folding table.)

Salesman: Sunglasses! Hottest shades in the city! Change your style, change your life!

(A young, very attractive Black woman pauses for a moment in front of the table.)

Salesman: (Towards the young woman) I know you're thinking about it. C'mon it's time to take it to the next level.

Young Woman: What?

Salesman: I mean, I know you already got it going on, but with these Gucci glasses you could take it somewhere else. Take it to the next level!

Young Woman: Next level? Look here. (Takes out sunglasses from her purse) These are real Gucci sunglasses. $180!

Salesman: Yeah, but...for $15, you could still take it to the next level.

Young Woman: To the next level down maybe!

(The salesmen selling knockoff Rolex watches and fake designer purses start laughing hysterically.)

(The heavyset salesman drops his head to avoid eye contact with anyone.)

(The attractive young woman walks away with her sunglasses on and her dignity intact.)

(A young Indian American nerd, standing next to a hot dog stand a feet away, takes outs a notebook and begins writing furiously. He makes up several details, including
what he believes is a clever closing punchline, and the fact that the salesman eventually feels shame. He's trying to take it to the next level.)


Anonymous Anonymous said...

ahHAAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA -jon golbe. ps: you have brightened my dreary morning. seriously. i was actually kindof depressed, now i feel great!

12:21 PM  

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