It’s come to my attention that there are people reading my blog from the bathroom.
So obviously, I’m pleased.
Stephanie (not her real name) admitted this to me at a party Saturday night.
“Don’t read too much into that,” she said, laughing. “I mean, it’s not a habit or anything.” She laughed again. “I can quit any time I want.”
She can quit any time she wants.
Well of course you can, Steph!
I had never considered “Pearl, Why You Little…” as something that would be read whilst relieving oneself.
Amazing, isn’t it, our modern conveniences? Why, in my day, if you wanted to read in the bathroom you’d have to bring a book!
I was recently at Nami, a lovely sushi restaurant in Minneapolis. My friend Pat and I were meeting for dinner. I arrived early, having walked there from work; and while Pat negotiated the traffic into the city, I sat with my drink and observed the people around me.
There were four other people at four other tables. Two were on Blackberries, two were on their cell phones, and I was taking notes.
At first, all I could see was the isolation. Look at all these people, ignoring each other! Why aren’t we communicating?
And then I sipped my drink and laughed at myself. Silly, silly woman. Why make problems when there aren’t any? After all, it was obvious we were all waiting for someone. In what world would we have all been speaking, anyway? Sitting in the same restaurant for 20 minutes doesn’t imply a relationship, for cryin’ out loud!
I put my notebook away and called Pat.
“Ack!” she yelled. “Where am I? Help! My GPS keeps telling me to go the wrong way on a one-way!”
We talked until she found the right intersection, and I tucked my phone away as she parked her car.
Modern conveniences: whether there’s someone with you in the bathroom or next to you in the car, you gotta admit it's better than nothing.
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