Mar 16, 2004 19:29
So its 7:00 and I realize I need to buy a book for school ... Charles Frazier's Cold Mountain. I drive down to Barnes and Noble and who else do I find but my school chum Bart, a creepin' and a-crawlin' on the upper level. Why he was downtown remains a mystery.
While I was backing my car out of the parking space in the B&N lot, I had to stop to allow a young man pass by the car. He was an Asian guy in his early 20s with longish hair, bright orange shorts and an expressive face. I say this because he seemed intimidated by my car, as was revealed by his features. They were so amazingly apt at conveying his feelings I believe they spoke to me.
"Don't back that thing up at me, girlfriend," he seemed to say, both eyebrows raised, with big brown doe-eyes wide. "I've already got a man," his mouth said without moving, although it hung slightly open, and his arms clutched protectively at the book cradled between them as if afraid my vehicle would suddenly leap five feet to the left, sprout an arm and take it from him.
Written on a slip of paper in my backpack:
"Like highly educated lemmings, high school seniors jump off the cliff to maintain a steady population."
That is all.