Dear Diary:
As I was crossing 59th Street at First on the way to visit my dad in the hospital on Aug. 10, I thought little of the man running across the avenue against the light whom I saw out of the corner of my eye. But as he neared me from behind, he yelled out, in a Southern drawl: “I caught one, Gail! I got one!†And then I was knocked to the ground.
I quickly realized that I was being kidnapped, to await some terrible fate at the hands of Gail and her sprinting accomplice. I screamed with all the strength I could muster for them to leave me alone.
As I turned to fight for my life I could see them getting into the taxi they had run to catch, having accidentally bumped me with their luggage as I was climbing to the curb.
They were no doubt glad to flee from the screaming maniac at the corner.
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