Hung Up

Hey, I’m here, where are you?
Where?
There is no intersection of Fulton and DeKalb.
I don’t care how it’s pronounced. The point is that doesn’t exist.
Yeah.
Do you mean Fulton and Bond? Because that’s where I am.
By this, uh, Chase branch.
Yeah, I’m waving, do you see me?
I’m fuckin’ flailing over here, man.
I don’t know what to tell you. I don’t see you either. How is this possible?
Hold on, let me get off the phone. I’ll find you.