“So, I was on the subway at dawn this morning, and you know how there are guys who sell socks?”
“I know the incense guys, and the bible guys. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the sock guys.”
“There are sock guys, trust me.”
“Okay.”
“So, I’m on the subway and I’m transferring and the sun is just starting to come up, and I see a couple of sock guys.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s like there’s a guy selling socks for each and every line on the train. I get on the orange line and there’s a sock guy. I get on the blue line: sock guy.”
“So what? That’s not that weird. I, one time, ran into like, six bucket drummers on the same weekend.”
“You can do that on any given weekend in the summer. That’s not weird. What’s weird is that in addition to sock guys, I see shoe guys. There are people out there selling shoes right next to the people selling socks. Who are these people that are getting off of the damned bus and going to the train station and only then realize that they’re barefoot?”
“I think I know.”
“You think you know?”
“Yeah.”
“What do you know?”
“I know it was a full moon last night.”
“So what?”
“Clearly, and I say this in all honestly, their market is werewolves in the morning after they’ve metamorphosized back into people.”
“Werewolves?”
“There’s like 5 million people here. Some’re bound to be werewolves.”