Every once in a while, someone says something so horrifyingly naïve that I will spend years pondering what it must be like to live such a confining existence.
One time, while carpooling with a co-worker and playing Benny Goodman, I was asked, “Does the music keep getting louder and softer on purpose, or is there something wrong with your CD player?”
Monday, after boasting at work that I had just come from a job interview that went well, I was asked, “Where? The only other call centers I know of are….”
The splendid movie, Lonesome Jim contains perhaps my favorite movie quote, which is befitting in these moments: “I feel like ending it enough as it is. I can’t imagine having your life.”
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