yesterday morning, the elevator doors opened and two professional women in their late 40s, who may or may not clip Family Circus cartoons, entered:
"it's supposed to cool down a lot."
"i heard the same thing. they said it's really going to be a cold one."
"looks like our indian summer is over."
"you're ABSOLUTELY right barbara. well, at least it's friday."
"oh, i know. for me, it felt like thursday all week. every day i would wake up and say, 'is it thursday?' but it was only tuesday! isn't that funny?"
"that is so funny! see for me it was really fast monday through wednesday but then the week just slowed down the last two days."
"that happens to me a lot too!"
the sweater sets exited, a woosh of perfume and nail polish remover. the doors exhaled.
had anyone else noticed the Al Rokerfication of their conversation? do you? do i need a little less Tell Me You Love Me and a little more Today Show?
don't answer that.
2 comments:
I wish I was on the South Pole with Ann Curry right now.
my apartment has no heat. i am on the south pole, but the view sucks and i'm not getting paid to be a twatwaffle.
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