What will NY152 say today?

I wonder. I turn on my computer.

I wait impatiently as it connects.

I go online and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words:

You've got mail. I hear nothing, not even a sound on the streets of New York.

Just the beat of my own heart.

I have mail. .. from you.

The electrical contractor hit a deer last night.

So he won't be here till tomorrow.

And upstairs, the shelves are late because the pine we ordered has beetles.

Very good. And we got a $50,000 ticket for workers peeing off the roof.

That is great. Is the electrician here?

I just told you he hit a deer.

I knew you weren't listening to me.

You're right.

I wasn't.

"l hear nothing. Not a sound on the city streets,just the beat of my own heart. "

I think that's how it goes.

Something like that.

You and Patricia got engaged,didn't you?

You can tell me.

Engaged? Are you crazy?

Why? Don't you liked Patricia.

I do. I love Patricia. Patricia's amazing.

Patricia makes coffee nervous.

We should announce ourselves to the neighborhood:

"Here we come. " I don’t know, this is the Upper West Side.

We might as well tell them we're opening a crack house.

They're going to hate us.

Soon as they hear, They'll be lining up to picket the big bad chain store that's out to destroy-- Everything they hold dear.

We're going to seduce them with our square footage and our discounts and our deep armchairs and our cappuccino.

That's right.

They're going to hate us at the beginning but we'll get them in the end.

And you know why?

Why? Because we'll sell cheap books and legal addictive stimulants.

In the meantime,we'll just put up a big sign:

Coming Soon, a Fox Books Superstore.

The End of Civilization As You Know lt!

Good morning, Christina.

Morning, Kathleen.

Isn't it just the most beautiful day?

I guess. Yeah, sure.

Idiot, what are you doing?

- I got the green light! Don't you love New York in the fall? Perfect.

Can't beat that. Scotch tape?

What is going on with you? Nothing.

You're in love.-In love? No.

Yes, that's right! I'm in love with Frank.

I'm practically living with Frank.

Could you get our Christmas mailers out this week?

By Monday, I promise.I have this paper due Friday.

What is going on?

Nothing at all.

You know, I am just going to stand here until you tell me.

All right. Is it infidelity if you're involved with someone on e-mail?

Have you had sex?

No, I don't even know him.

I mean cybersex. Don't do it.

The minute you do,they lose all respect for you.

It's not like that.

We just e-mail.It's really nothing.

On top of which, I'm thinking of stopping because it's getting .

Out of hand? Confusing.

But not. Because it's nothing.

Where did you meet him?

Listen, I can't even remember.

On my birthday, I wandered into the "over 30" room for a joke, sort of.

And he was there.

And we started chatting.

About what?

Books and music,how much we both love New York .

Harmless, harmless.

Meaningless. Bouquets of sharpened pencils.

Excuse me? Forget it.

We don't talk about anything personal,so I don't know his name or what he does or where he lives exactly so it'll be easy for me to stop seeing him, because I'm not.

He could be the next person to walk into the store.

I know. He could be George.

Morning. Are you online?

As far as I'm concerned the lnternet is just another wayof being rejected by a woman.

Good morning, Birdie. What are you girls talking about?

Cybersex. I tried once, but I kept getting a busy signal.

I know. I was really depressed one Saturday night about 9:00-- Time to open up!

Jessica and Maya, how are you today?

Want to say hi to Kathleen? - Hi, Kathleen. May I help you?