A Storyby Denise Chen
We had all heard the tag story about a thousand times. Hugh first told it to me over the cubicle wall on the very day it happened. “Is he telling you the tag story?” Jimmy said, resting his elbows on the outer wall. Jimmy laughed self-consciously because that was how Jimmy laughed. The execs had all gone home for the day, and Hugh, Jimmy, and I were hanging out for a little while, Hugh waiting for his weekly poker game and Jimmy for his wife to call when his kid’s prescription was ready, a situation for which Hugh had already given Jimmy an absurd amount of grief.