Union Station, Downtown New Haven
Friday, December 30, 8:35AM
Woman: "Excuse me, sir?"
Me: "Yes?"
Woman: "You're hard-headed, ain't ya?"
Me: "What kind of a question is that?"
Woman: "It wasn't a question. It was a statement."
Woman: "It wasn't a question. It was a statement."
Me: "Well...what about the 'ain't ya' part? You were obviously seeking confirmation. Technically speaking, that's a question."
Woman: "See? Hard-headed."
Me: "And why are you telling me this?"
Woman: "You take risks, too."
Me: "Oh, I don't know about that. Let me think on that. I dunno...maybe I've taken a few. In my life I mean."
Woman: "Have a good day."
Me: "But I still don't know why you called me over. What am I to do with this exchange?"
Woman: "Happy New Year."
Me: "Will it be? I mean, clearly you're perpetuating a crystal ball capacity."
Woman: "Huh?"
Me: "I dunno."
Woman: "The year will be what you make of it. You only have so much control."
Me: "Not if you're hard-headed. And a risk-taker."




