I'm on page eight of David Sedaris' book, Naked, and I love it already. He's odd, it's true, but his very oddity blends with his fabulous writing style to create a delicious story.
I might be on page 15 of the book, or even 20, if it weren't for a little mishap I created this morning. For some reason, noon was implanted in my head as a Very Important Time. I have a tutor meeting today (we are forced to come to school on a Friday [a Friday!!] every month just for these things), and I did not want to be late. I was ready by 11 and out the door by 11:18. Yet, as the time inched closer to 11:30, and I, standing at the bus stop with no bus in sight, was becoming nervous about being late, my brain suddenly decided to kick into gear.
My meeting was at 1 p.m.
This minor detail was verified by a quick phone call to another tutor (who'd been up late the night before, drinking, and revealed through the tone in her voice that she did not care for the interruption), and I shifted my weight from side to side as I tried to figure out what to do. Home was an eight minute walk away, and leaving is always depressing, so that option was nixed. A friend with three adorable children lived about five minutes away, but she never answers her phone, and thus another possibility was quickly terminated.
Had I mentioned it was raining? And that I'd caught something itchy in my throat that'd been held at bay by random doses of Airborne?
Nevertheless, I decided to walk five avenues. In the rain. Fighting a cold. It gave me enough time to text a friend about spring break possibilities (next week. PRAISE THE LORD.), think about random things, and even buy a birthday card for that tutor I called. Her birthday is this weekend and her party is tonight, but I'm not going. Something about getting smashed and making out with complete strangers does not appeal to me. But perhaps kids these days do other things at parties. Like eat food. Or watch movies. I haven't the slightest idea.
I beat the bus I was waiting for. I saw it pull up as I went into the store. Then, as I was leaving the store, another bus pulled up just as I walked to the bus stop. Funny.
But not as funny as David Sedaris, who I will never be as clever as. Especially if I can't even remember when a work meeting is supposed to start.
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