Noshville

I went to Noshville for lunch and it was hilarious. They were swamped with Kentucky fans. It took me a half an hour to get my meal. And it was kind of sad because usually, when I go to Noshville, I’m with someone and we’re gossiping and laughing, but today, I just wanted fries and to be left alone, so I sat there and then bemoaned the fact that the Professor wasn’t there making me laugh.

But a guy with purple hair and mirrored sunglasses sat next to me and ordered the most food I have ever seen a person eat. And then he spent all this time making sure everything was exactly right–all his silverware in the right place, that he had the jelly he wanted, that he had enough napkins.

And, at first, I was blown away by the idea that this guy who went to such lengths to portray himself as a hip rocker dude would be so precise in his eating.

But then I wondered if I wasn’t missing the precision involved in making sure you look like that every day.

Anyway, he was nice. I said goodbye to him when I left and he said, “It was nice to see you,” in a way that made me feel like I was nice to see. I don’t know. It kind of made me blush.

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Lost Dog

This morning, a car stopped up on Lloyd and the woman driving asked me if I had lost my dog.

“I did, but not like you mean. She died.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. I just see you out here walking a pit bull all the time and I saw a pit bull up on the ridge running around and I thought, if it was your dog, I could put you two back… I’m so sorry.”

“We’ve seen that dog, too. But it looks well-fed so we think it has a home.”

“I’m just so sorry about your dog.”

“It’s okay. She was fourteen.”

“But that’s just a baby.”

And I had to laugh, because, though, when she was alive, I regularly teased her by calling her “grandma,” it does, in retrospect, seem like she was so young.

But, it also made me laugh that we’d apparently become such a regular sight up on Lloyd that her absence is noticeable to the cars that regularly drive it in the morning.