Scene from a deli
Friday, June 9, 2006
It's 3 a.m. on a Thursday night in a Brooklyn corner deli.
CLERK #1, an Arabic man in his 40s, stands behind the
corner with a weary look on his face.
A CUSTOMER, a white man in his late 20s, walks up to the
counter, and pays for a single bottle of beer.
CUSTOMER
(with an Brooklynese Italian accent)
They got him. Zarqawi.
CLERK #1
(not understanding)
Zaqqawi?
CUSTOMER
Zarqawi, you know, Zarqawi.
CLERK #2, an Arabic man in his early 20s, looks up from
mopping the floor.
CLERK #2
(with a harder "r")
Zarqawi.
CLERK #1
Ahh, Zarqawi.
CUSTOMER
Yeah. (pause) I guess, I say it with my
Italian accent ...
CLERK #1
They got him?
CUSTOMER
Yeah, it was on the news. They finally
got that motherfucker.
CLERK #2
A good thing.
CUSTOMER
Yeah. (pause) Next is Bush.
CUSTOMER exits.
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