While I was waiting for a Lexington Avenue bus, I overheard a man talking into his cellphone:
"Babe, I gotta head out of the country for a few days."
. . .
"Now don't start with this again. You know I won't tell you that."
. . .
"We've been over this, babe. I gotta cool out for a while. I gotta find my head."
. . .
"No. No, I won't tell you where I'm goin'. I never tell you where I'm goin'."
. . .
NO. I WILL NOT TELL YOU! I WILL NOT TELL YOU! OK? YOU GOT THAT?"
. . .
"All right, baby. I'll call you soon. Kiss the kids for me."
