Sans social companions for the day, I trampled down to BMV to score a few books. Strange people congregate in bookstores -- myself included, naturally, but my strangeness is kept inside, whereas others seem to put it on the outside. I've been delayed by a blind Lord of the Rings fanatic and a man who told me a story about a Russian clown named Popov who threw bottles at fighter planes ... You can't make these kinds of people up.
This lovely Sunday afternoon, a couple was there. Their conversation, I realized, more or less crystallized the differences between the male and female mindsets.
Her: "I think we should get this edition."
Him: "I think we should get this edition."
Her: "Because it's nicer."
Him: "Because it's bigger."
Then she had to throw a wrench into the entire operation.
Her: "Touch my tush."
What? I thought frantically.
And he did. I quietly inched away.
People are bizarre.
posted at 8:02:30 pm
2. As "Americana" defines itself as artefacts of American culture, "Gloriana" consists of the artefacts of my culture.
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