1:24 a.m. - Tuesday, Jun. 22, 2010
If I had a hammer!
"Timotee, is that you?"
He squints at her . . .
"No."
"You are not Timotee?"
"No, I'm Timothy."
She's confused . . .can't hear the difference.
"Yes, Timotee?"
He's angry now.
"No! I'm Timothy . . .not TimoTEE!"
Silence.
I look up at him, trying to determine if he's seriously being the asshole he appears to be. He is.
"Oh . . .I'm sorry . . .TimoTHEE."
She turns to me.
"Jesus, man. How do you call that? Rah-chism?"
I look at her blankly.
She turns to her next customer, "Como se dice en Ingles?"
"Racism . . ."
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Today I felt . . .nurturing, amused, confused, surprised . . .
With a slight headache.
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