There are lots of roads and streets with names that I recognize from rap songs. At the car rental place, the gentleman - a chivalrous type named Doug, was being kind of lazy and didn't want to track down the type of cheap-o car I ordered.
"Do you want an upgrade to something with automatic windows?" he inquired.
"No," I said. "I'm on a budget."
After I had finished shape-shifting into a midwestern Mother out to prove to the world that SHE COULD MAKE IT ON HER OWN, Doug tried once more.
"Are you sure? You don't want automatic windows and a CD player?"
"I am sure, Doug. Thank you."
nb: YOU USE PEOPLE'S NAMES BECAUSE IT IS POLITE!
Doug looked dejected and peeked out into the parking lot.
"You want a free upgrade?"
"Yes, please and thank you, Doug."
nb: SEE?
And that is how I came to be driving a periwinkle Hybrid-SUV down the broad streets.
American Airlines also lost my luggage, so I am now in LA with some decidedly uncool clothes to match my uncool maternal attitude. I dragged a friend who came to take me to dinner to a GAP and bought things so I could at least claim to be quasi-respectable while still wearing slightly smelly jeans. And then we ate at Johnny Rockets. LA! You so crazy!
No books in this post: fie on you. I read the entire Sunday Times which is like a book. Based on that reading I have three new opinions:
1. I like the hyphen, even though I don't know how to use it properly.
Did you know that a slippery-eel salesman is someone who sells you slippery eels? Yet, a slippery eel salesman is the guy who takes your cash and slithers away. Thank you, hyphen.
2. I like Manny Ramirez
3. The stories in Sunday Styles about middle aged people finding unexpected love in their condo building make me itchy. Especially when they say things like "I knew he was a good kisser." Also when they have weird New York professions like "stock photographer" and "organizational expert."
And, really, please read Frank Rich's column. Clarence Thomas is insane like origami.
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