A Different Kind of Christmas Story

[techieguy]

I was sitting in a storefront on the coldest night so far this year, light snow coming down, waiting for a Chinatown bus to New York that was already a half-hour late. Not where you'd expect to buy an iPhone, but...

The only other guy in the place was an older dude in a torn coat who kept bumming my cigarettes. All the shops around were closed. I was thinking about how good a hot chocolate would taste, and trying ignore the older guy talking way too loud on his PTT Nextel.

"Yeah," I heard him say, "ask her if she got a iPod charger. I got a phone—one of them iPod phones—somebody gave me. Try to get some money for it. A hundred dollars, some shit. These things go for I don't know how much—six, seven hundred. I better get two hundred dollars, real talk."            

A Different Kind of Christmas Story [Lostandfound]