A couple of nights ago my fortune cookie told me: “You need to learn to be patient.” Considering I’d opened it before I’d even eaten the meal I’d ordered, I found this to be sound advice.
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I’ve set up Netflix Instant on my Wii and now I can’t stop watching “Keeping Up Appearances.” It comforts me, makes me feel safe. I suppose I’ll run out of episodes sooner or later, and then I’ll explore what else is available. They set up channels for you based on your rental trends, and the top two channels they’re currently recommending for me are Emotional Romances and Dramas with a Strong Female Character. Spot on, Netflix.
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Tonight at work a patron who’d already been plenty rude to us started shouting to the ushers, “How much time do I have? How much time do I have? Can I go to the bathroom before the show starts?” She was told that yes, indeed, she did have enough time to use the bathroom, so please go. Minutes later she approached the doors of the theater, finally ready to enter. She was holding her ticket in her mouth because her hands were still busy zipping up her fly and buttoning her jeans.
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A young closeted firefighter I used to sleep with called me last week, saying he was on his way home from work and could swing by for a visit if I’d like. I said I would. It had been a while since I’d been with someone, and even though I’ve never seen him smile he has kind eyes and an expert tongue. He lives in Westchester and he likes to be peed on, put out like one of his fires. (I have yet to oblige him in this activity.)
Fifteen minutes later I was sitting astride his face and looking up at my bookshelf, and my eyes rested on this framed black and white photograph I have of Montgomery Clift alone on the beach, and for whatever reason the closing passage of the Alice Munro story “Deep-Holes” came to mind –
And it was possible, too, that age could become her ally, turning her into somebody she didn’t know yet. She has seen that look of old people, now and then—clear-sighted but content, on islands of their own making.
– and in that moment I considered suggesting that the firefighter and I remind each other of our names, but it seemed impolite.
