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Friday, June 16, 2006

Fiction
A Successful Date Ends Badly for Dick Wolf — Creator of TV’s Law & Order

lawandorderscreenshot.gifDick: Well, I guess this is the end of our date.

Date: Thank you for a lovely time, Dick.

Dick: Time … That’s something Lopez will have plenty of at Rikers.

Date: What?

Dick: Never mind. I do that sometimes. I get a little serious at the end of things.

Date: That’s O.K. Well, that karaoke bar sure was fun. I didn’t know you were such a singer!

Dick: Singing comes easy … when you know the words.

Date: Uh huh. So would you like to come inside?

Dick: I am inside. Now let’s see if I can claw myself out.

Date: Right … Anyway … How was your sushi?

Dick: They can dress it up any way the like, but in the end … it’s just raw fish. DICK WOLF!

Date: Oooh! You startled me. How did you make that percussive noise? What was that? A gavel? A door closing?

Dick: Whether a door’s open or closed depends on which side you’re on.

Date: No, I don’t think that’s strictly true. I think that’s more of an inside or out thing.

Dick: I am inside. Now let’s see if I can claw myself out. DICK WOLF!

Date: Yeah, we’ve established that. Where did you get the black placard with your name? Have you been carrying that around all night? That must have been a pain.

Dick: It’s like they say: A man would give up anything he has except his pain.

Date: I don’t know what to say when you say things like that. Am I just—

Dick: DICK WOLF!

Date: O.K. Look, Dick. Up until these last two minutes of startling profundity, I was having a nice time. Even though I didn’t learn anything about your personal history or backstory I found you immediately engaging. You kept me guessing and intrigued, but now this. Look, I’m just going to put these last two minutes aside. Would you like to—

Dick: DICK WOLF!

Date: What are you saying? Dick Wolf? Is a that a command? Look, I’m going inside and—

Dick: Inside? I’ve spent—

Date: Yeah, yeah. Anyway, that’s where I’ll be. Goodbye, Dick.

Dick: … Dick Wolf?

Wayne Gladstone lives in Maine with his wife and children. Some of his work has been featured in McSweeney's and Opium. But all of it has not been featured in The New Yorker. If Wayne Gladstone were a restaurant, he would be a defunct roadside Roy Rogers sharing space with a wildly successful Bob's Big Boy. Visit Wayne at WayneGladstone.com