novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- firday lunch: curried rice and businessmen yesterday at public market in emeryville i sat outside eating indian food. every other table was taken, so a desparate looking thirty year old asked to sit by me. we were both shy about eating in front of strangers. i noticed our plates emptying fast. at the next table over, a group of business-suited men talked loudly, one man in particular. one day this BOY calls my eleven year old daughter! i put him on hold and ask my wife HONEY DO WE LET BOYS CALL OUR ELEVEN YEAR OLD DAUGHTER? and she says no. SO I TELL HIM TO CALL BACK IN A FEW MORE YEARS my table-partner and i share glances as they errupt in laughter, slapping each other on the back and commencing to bemoan the state of young girls today. he should be a car dealer, i tell him. maybe he is. he certainly acts the part, he replies. as i get up to empty my tray, i mumble, well, i certainly wouldn't buy a car from him. have a good day. 3:15 pm - 04.27.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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