So I'm sitting at the bar (having dinner), three stools over from a happy hour talker. A cop between shifts, married awhile (to wife number take-your-best-guess), railing about his mother-in-law and her tendency to "just walk the hell right in. What if I'm doin' my damn wife on the effin' piano?!?!" "Do I have a … Continue reading 10 February 2015
Dear loud nasal-voiced woman sitting over my left shoulder, You need to stop talking. Please. We three writers sitting quietly by the fireplace are cringing and wincing, shooting each other rolling-eyes about your "how annoying boss, Bob" and how late meeting invites were ignored. The rapid-fire banality of your workplace drama and gossip--Diana is a … Continue reading Fireside Chat. Coffeeshop Visit.
14. The age of my only child. Tonight at dinner, at a table adjacent to ours, an upset pre-toddler cried most of the time. Basically, through his family's dinner and ours. I asked Loinfruit to run to the car for my phone, and while she was away, I got up and went over to the cryer's … Continue reading 14 November 2012. (Diary)