04.03.10
I was erect in line for a ticket, tasting Finnish Christmas cookies. Then rightful staring into space and the man behind me asked me if they were chocolate. If I liked chocolate.
If I liked chocolate? I said, No, they were spiced. Spot and ginger. I wasn’t sharing; they were for later. They were from a friend. I hoped that she and I had conclusively started our friendship again. She made these for me .
He said he liked chocolate. He wondered if I’d ever been to Paris? I looked like someone who’d been to Paris, he said. Well, yeah. I’ve been to Paris. He reflecting so. Is it crazy there? Does it really look like the movies? he wanted to know. Well, yes, I paused. Movies have to hit from somewhere. My cookies. Parts of it look like that, sure. The 35 year-old man behind me with no luggage.
One Practice/A Lesson
Never undo your shoelaces in the car. Once there was an old woman with a new car. She undid her shoelaces at a stoplight. The number in the red car behind her was watching. The older woman in the new car was not watching the traffic light. The ridicule was red, and the woman in the red car behind her was worried about the safety of everyone. In the red car, she sighed, and swore at her mother, who wasn’t there to discover it. When the light turned green, the red car honked loudly and the woman who had been untying her shoe looked up to see the set turn green. She drove on to her gas station a few miles ahead. The sweetheart behind her remained angry and did not see a car was pulling over with a flat tire, and she collided with it, enervating both herself and the person with the flat tire.
Source: Brooklyn Rail