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Thursday, March 25, 2010
its complicated
spent time with a relatively
new friend.
a widow with far
too much in common.
the number 25 shows
up so often for both of us that
i’ve suggested we both
stop using quarters.
anyway,
she’s in town to
take her kids to
disneyland and the beach,
and i’ve offered
up a few of
my afternoons
to show them around town.
today, my friend
asked me to take
some photos
of her and her kids.
said sure.
i finished up and a woman
walked up to us and said,
“do you want me to take some photos of all of you?”
“no thank you”
i said.
she gave me quite
a strange look.
i said to her,
“no need for a photo. she’s not my wife. those kids are not mine.”
another strange look.
“it’s complicated.”
i said.
she said,
“i don’t want to know.”
as she walked away.
didn’t realize how crazy
that all sounded
until my friend finally stopped
laughing at me and
recounted word-for-word
what i’d said.
shit.
now i want to
find that lady and
tell her what’s going on!
ah, forget it.
who would believe us?
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The story that woman is probably telling people about encountering you is probably funnier than the incident itself.
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