Once Again, I Tell This Tale
Jon did what he tends to do from time to time, he came out to Ann Arbor. We did the three things we always do in Ann Arbor: we ate, we drank, we talked to girls. I suppose there are better things to do with a Friday night, but I'm not sure I need better things. Those three seem to be enough, especially if you like the food, like the drink, and fancy the women.
I was not having a good day on Thursday. I had overslept, missed a class, lost the capacity to connect to the internet, and been generally glum. The internet thing was particularly irksome. It was a complicated problem, and to truly understand it you would need to have at least an intermediate knowledge of both the transmission control protocol and BGP routing tables, but to sum it up - I forgot to pay the bill. It was just one of those weeks.
Then Jon came. We ate, we drank, and we talked to girls. And all was well.
The next day, we were to make dinner for the women folk in the house next to mine. We had to go to Bed Bath and Beyond to get a few things, and we were checked out by a very pretty girl named Tiffani. Tiffani was blonde, with two blue eyes sunk deep into her face. She would have been striking, if not for her makeup trying desperately to make her striking. She bagged the purchases. I swiped my debit card. Next please.
Whole foods in Ann Arbor is like a church to good food. You want it? Need it? They have it. We got shrimp. Organic butter. Peppers. Blocks of fine belgian bittersweet chocolate. We checked out with Sarah. Sarah the fun. Jon, her, and I got into a conversation. We were all charming and funny; like you see in movies and magazines.
Back to Bed, Bath and Beyond. We dove straight into the beyond section for a few things we forgot. Quickly to checkout. Tiffani again. For a moment she wanted the moment of déjà vu to be funny, but she didn't let the thought linger. She pushed a laugh down. We had already noticed how sad she had seemed, but now it was staring us in the face. Was it a bad day? week? year? life? I'll never know, but I like to think that it was a bad week and maybe her bad week, like mine, turned good at the end.