Crossing Wires, by Amy Friedman

“Did you see that last night?”
“Yah. She was really yelling.”
“How about him? He was pointing his finger, interrupting, trying to bully her.”
“Ridiculous. This is no way to run a presidential campaign.”
“I wasn’t talking about the campaign.”
“You weren’t?”
“No! I was talking about our downstairs neighbor yelling at the doorman, and him yelling back.”
“Well, he should get yelled at. He’s a putz.”
“The doorman?”
“Totally. A real world-class putz.”
“I don’t think so. I like him.”
“You gotta be kidding. He’s horrible.”
“And she’s not?”
“I don’t know. Anyway, women can’t be putzes.”
“Says you.”