Elizabeth Mueller's yesterday reminded me of an experience I had not so long ago... it is so funny, because Elizabeth's post was touching and warm and fuzzy. This experience was... not that... in fact I'd venture to say it fit well for Delusional Thursday...
So picture the lovely fall day in Ann Arbor... the sky is blue, the air is brisk for no coat but too warm for a coat... the Tart, always erring on the side of fewer clothes, has her coat hanging from her backpack and is reading a book (Mockingjay, I think).
A little old man who looks marginally professorly says, "Oh, is that a good book?" as she passes.
The Tart, knowing she is overly reclusive, and loving the book, slows to tell him a little about it.
"Oh, I don't really read much."
AHA! So the Tart thinks she has found a kindred spirit and asks him what kind of writing he DOES.
Can you see me dying a little? I don't want to OFFEND this little old man, but that was NOT what I was thinking!
GET NAKED! NOW!