Antonelle. I saw a strange thing with this man at a payphone last night.
Torsten. What happened?
Antonelle. Okay, well. He’s an older man. Let’s say he’s in his seventies because of his stringy silver hair and crumpled arms. Anyway, he’s bending over the dial pad with this flashlight flashing into the numbers.
Torsten. Sounds like he came prepared.
Antonelle. Yeah, it’s as if he’s had this problem before where he could not read the dial pad at night and got tired of it, so his solution is to bring a flashlight with him so that he wouldn’t have to read in the dark.
Torsten. I wonder who he would be calling.
Antonelle. Wife or a son or daughter to ask them where he is and to pick him up? I don’t know. It’s something that he does with frequency.
Torsten. It’s a little strange. Why doesn’t he realize that the numbers on all payphones are identical? He could just memorize the layout.
Antonelle. I guess bringing the flashlight is a more tangible solution.
Torsten. Yeah, cause he’s lost it. I wonder if he brings anything else with him.
Antonelle. Like a knife or exact change?
Torsten. A knife would make sense. He may have been mugged before.
Antonelle. Seventy years without being mugged. Is that possible?
Torsten. Anything’s possible within seventy years of life.
End. Light on Numbers