“The Saugatucker” writes in about a very special friend he made on the 7:05 to New Haven last night.

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Old red-faced Wall Street guy with bloodshot eyes, tattered New York Post in his lap.  He’s talking loudly into his cell phone with his hand cupped over his mouth, as if that makes a difference. 

He’s going on and on about today’s markets, drinking a Miller Lite and a Glaceau Vitamin Water simultaneously: 

“I just got shot in the DICK!!!  Oh, my God!  My reputation!  How stupid do I look!!  I’m in, short!, and he decides to blow this up.  I am really scorched.  Really scorched. 

“Equity volume was lost because they SUCK!  DUH!  This is really bad, really, really bad.  I’m going to see them tomorrow and I’ll need one beer before I punch their lights out.”

He just hung up and went into the bathroom, and I hear vomiting. 

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