Tuesday, August 22, 2006
In this land of strangers.
There's this guy who's constantly coming up to my desk, and he used to come up all like a lap dog, all yippy and skippy and fresh with his hip haircut and ethnic timing. But then he called one day and I couldn't tell him what he wanted to hear so there was a pause and excuses and now when he comes around I just think of this Irish book I read in which a mom had to go to the garage, and her kid just couldn't figure out why until one day everyone started looking at him with these wide eyes, just like the eyes of this lap dog, and just like that kid who figures out his mom isn't in a garage at all, I realize everyone here is just looking for blood.
