2...

There was something about the smile on the Wank guys face, like he was sharing a conspiracy. Frank walked over to him.
“I didn’t know you could get a subscription to Wank.”
“Oh yeah! Great deal! Plus you get special Wank mailings.”
Words spoken like the truest, most positive affirmation uttered to that point in time.
“Yeah, well, I’ve never really actually seen an issue of Wank.”
The dispenser guy kept smiling in a way that was now feeling a little too close, a little too personal.
“Have one for free,” he said.
He handed over an issue, his hand lingering in thin air for a moment after Frank took the issue. He then reached into his breast pocket and handed Frank a card.
“In case you decide you want a subscription,” the guy said. “Or for anything else you might need.”
Frank, feeling suddenly shaky, quickly hailed a cab coming up the street. As he climbed into the back seat he could hear the Wank guy behind him:

“For anything...”