There was a bomb that went off on W. 23rd St. about forty blocks from where I live. Twenty people were injured, and it was international news. Three family members texted me to make sure I was okay, which surprised me.
I looked up some stats, and every day in New York City, around 240 people die. I estimate some one million people will stub their toe. If you’re going to text me to see if I was one of the twenty injured by that bomb, I expect you to frantically call me on a daily basis to see if I’m even alive anymore.
I’ll need you to send me monthly sympathy letters with condolences to my toe, which you know with near statistical certainty has sustained an injury of some kind in these past few weeks.
