There was a fella once running for a train, and he’s carrying a pair of gloves, this man. He drops a glove on the platform, but he doesn’t notice. And then later on, inside the train, he’s sitting by the window and he realizes that he’s just got this one glove left. But the train’s already started pulling out of the station, right? So what does he do? He opens the window and he drops the other glove onto the platform. That way, whoever finds the first glove can just have the pair.
You know, you can go through your whole life without a care, and one day it all changes. People die. They lose their homes. They go to prison. It’s calamity, huh? I know it, ‘cause I lived it. And if this year has taught me anything -believe me, I’ve seen it all- it’s that the worst does happen. And you need to be insured.
Once upon a time, there was a little boy. He was born in a field and raised in the woods. And he had nothing. In the winter the boy would freeze, and in the summer he would boil. He knew the name of every stinging insect. At night he would look at the lights in the houses, and he would want. Why was he outside and they in? Why was he so hungry and they fed? “It should be me,” he said. And out of the darkness the wolves came, whispering. Fargo 1x6: Buridan’s Ass