Friday, April 8, 2011

lit.

So what would inspire me to brave crosstown traffic in the pouring rain to get down here to the blog for a post after so long an absence?

One word.

Stupidity.

Though maybe that's too strong a word. You see, Artboy is currently a road show and I'm sitting in one of the East Coast's airport behemoths waiting for my flight. I had a bit of a layover that I put to use with a couple of conference calls, "what were you thinking???" e-mails and even a skillful dodge of a message I'm not in the mood to address at this point.

I also, and this is the part I now regret, made a stop by the chain bookstore at the edge of the food court.

This was my mistake.

I could say more, but I think a simple transcription will suffice here:

Bookstore Clerk to Anonymous Woman with Giant "I've Hiked Through Europe" Backpacks and Trying Too Hard Middle Eastern Scarf: Can I help you find something?

Anonymous Woman with Giant "I've Hiked Through Europe" Backpacks and Trying Too Hard Middle Eastern Scarf: I don't think you have it.

BC: What is it?

AWWGIHTEBATTHMES: Jane Eyre.

BC: (pause) Who?

You Know Who: Jane. Eyre.

BC: * (puzzled expression that says, "Who?")

You Know Who: Jane. (pause) Eyre.

BC: Who wrote it?

At which point I turned to You Know Who and said, "That conversation just hurt my feelings."

You Know Who: Right?

At which point I changed my opinion of her scarf.

No. Not really.