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*ring* *ring*
Hello? Dominican Republic?
Of course I recognize your voice.
Just let me explain okay?
Okay. Here goes.
First of all, I'm so, so, so, so sorry. I will be there as soon as I can. What? Late at work? No, I'm not late at work. Traffic? No. No traffic. Well . . . it's . . . you're not going to want to hear this.
. . .
New York has fallen in love with me. And no one can separate us. No. One. Not even Delta.
I didn't say I loved her!
I don't care what my shirt says! New York (heart)ed me first! I swear. She's the one who initiated this long-term thing. She wooed me here with US Air, then she closed down her car, train, plane and bus routes.
I swear! All of them!
Well, no, I haven't actually tried catching a train to come see you, but I'm pretty sure the logistics don't work.
Thank you.
I don't know! She probably sent those low pressure zones down south, just to get me up here. I swear, baby. It's not my fault.
Look, if you really want the details . . .
The Big Apple was a short-term thing, a one-night stand . . . nothing like the five days I wanted to spend with you . . .
Well, of course I'd rather be warm and country than cold and urban!
Because I didn't mean to.
Why? Well, it's just that . . . I guess I just had this connection here . . . and then -- wait, no, let me explain -- not that kind of connection. I swear.
When? As soon as I can. Tuesday. I'll be there Tuesday. I'll get out of here at 7 am.
I'm telling you the truth, baby.
What?
Say again?
You forgive me?
. . . good.
My voice? There's nothing about my "la voz."
. . .
Okay. One more thing.
. . .
I don't have any protection with me.
my junk, small and dark and lacking protection
Hello? Hello? DR? Uh oh.
*camera pans out on a lonely hotel room at JFK airport*
*SOUND: "Let it Snow" plays softly as I, in shorts and a t-shirt, weep*
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