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Beulah Bondi
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Friday, Nov. 05, 2004 - 12:19 p.m.
10:48 a.m. While standing two levels below the street patiently waiting for the subway train I’m approached by the sweetest most endearing, maybe 5 foot tall, silver haired octogenarian wearing classic Ralph Lauren contrasting tweeds and a smart yet sensible pair of Tods loafers. With just the hint of an ET-like quiver to her voice she adorably asks, “Excuse me young man may I ask you a question?” She called me “young man.” She’s so cute I just want to put her in my pocket and have her with me always. Looking at her with loving eyes and a big warm smile I tell her, “You had me at (pause for affect) ‘excuse me’.” In turn she replies, “Excuse me?” “Yes,” I say, “you had me at ‘excuse me’.”
10:50 a.m. As she hurriedly scampers far away from me to ask another “young man” if the B train goes to 7th Avenue I call to her, “What? What’d I do? Come back! Please?”