Speaking of Robert Louis Stevenson, last Saturday I went to a book sale up in Fullerton. It was kind of crowded, especially for some strange reason around the paperback fiction table. I was trying to peer over people's shoulders in an attempt to see if there were any paperback books I wanted. Apparently some woman coming in the opposite direction felt that I should have moved out of her way because she said, in a not very informative tone, "You know, there's a whole other paperback table over there."
I said, "Well go look at it then."
Fortunately, I said it sotto voce. But I began to wonder where it had come from. I am usually exceedingly polite, except with my children or my cats or when I'm driving in my car. I felt sort of like there was a Mr (or Mrs) Hyde inside me, driven to peep out once in a while by difficult circumstances, like when unpleasant ladies hint that I should get out of their way when I was there first and besides I'm taller than she is.
I mention this just to show I can write short blog entries.
2 comments:
i'm kind of glad you said something just this once. because that is funny.
well, it made for a funny story, I think. and now that I'm finally able to leave a comment, I really like your blog when I can read it. So very entertaining. And I agree with Melissa, btw. I'm often intimidated and can find nothing to add. Intimidated may be the wrong word... because I'm certainly not afraid to say anything to you. I think I'm afraid to have whatever I say in print right next to what you have in print. That's it.
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