So, I just saw this chick. She was about my age, and she was stupid. I know this, because she asked stupid questions - questions like "is the number on the price tag the price?" and " does B come after A?" I answered her questions patiently, with the sort of adolescent perkiness that usually annoys the crap out of me, until this chick, spurred to ever-stupider heights by the sweetness of my demeanor, held up a book and asked, "is this, like, a book?"
I stared at her.
"What?"
"Is it a book?"
"I -"
I paused. She was so innocent. So naive. So mind-blowingly stupid. I looked into her blank, expressionless eyes, thought of all the nice ways I could phrase my "yes," and then I smiled and said:
"No."
And she believed me. Christ.
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what book was she asking about - that could make a diference (well, maybe not).
and yes, i know i spelled difference wrong. i type too fast sometimes. grr.
Longitudes and Attitudes by Thomas Friedman. It's a very bookish book...
i've heard of it - but i can't remember why... i think i'll have to look it up on librarything.
I dunno man, are you sure you don't make this shit up?
Haha. I wish.
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