Filed under: Life
The alarm goes off at 10am, and naturally no one bats an eye. I get up and put a Woody Woodpecker DVD in the DVD player and sit in bed watching cartoons, whilst P and N continue to slumber. Eventually, everyone wakes up, showers, dresses and we start the day off. First stop: The Book Satchell: the one and only used book store in town. I get a kick out of the name, simply because I know for a fact that half of Gen Duh couldn’t tell you what a “satchell” was if their lives depended on it. Old school!
I find a few books to read (more about that later, in an upcoming “Currently Reading”) and N and P browse as well. At one point, while I am in the Self-Help section, P is a few paces directly behind me, looking at the Non-Fiction section. In the space between us is a little bench. There are about 4 or 5 other customers milling around. N is in the Sci-Fi section, catercorner from P and I. An old man goes to sit on the aforementioned bench and proceeds to fart for what seems like 2 full minutes. It’s like a sputtering motorboat. I initially started to laugh, then I started to second guess what I’d just heard: it sounded like someone flipping a lot of pages in a very thick book. I look over at P to see if his shoulders are going up and down (laughing), but see no signs, so I just decide to walk away before I either start laughing or get overcome by the aroma. As I’m walking away (toward the Sci-Fi section, where I didn’t realize N was, until I see him emerge from around the corner with a look on his face, as if to say “WTF?!”), I see N and start laughing. I know him and he is going to say SOMETHING about what just transpired. I asked him if he’d heard, and he was like “Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me? Who DIDN’T?” I start to laugh, but try to keep it under wraps. While we’re standing there talking, the old man is accompanied by a friend, and moves to a chair at the end of a nearby bookcase. His friend says “What’re you doing?” and he replies “Oh, just trying to find a place to rest my butt.” To which N says, under his breath, “I can think of a better place.” I then burst out laughing and had to walk away. (more…)
