Uncommon Type: Some Stories

by Tom Hanks

“I’m propositioning you. Totally different thing. Flirting is fishing. Maybe you hook up, maybe you don’t. Propositioning is the first step in closing a deal.”

Being Anna’s boyfriend was like training to be a Navy SEAL while working full-time in an Amazon fulfillment center in the Oklahoma Panhandle in tornado season. Something was going on every moment of every day. My 2:30 naps were a thing of the past.

I’ve heard from an experienced source that a trip to the john in zero gravity requires that you strip naked and give yourself half an hour, so, yeah, privacy was key.

“Singular Dimensional Tangents,” Bert said, looking down at Central Park, which hadn’t really changed all that much since 1939. “There’s an infinite number of tangents, but we all exist in just one.”