from the future
I met D after he was done work yesterday and we picked up some groceries. On the elevator ride back up to the apartment, he looked at me strangely.
“Your hair looks … different.”
“Different?”
“It’s kind of wingy, on this side. And flat … over here. Did you have a nap?”
“Oh–ya. On the couch, for a bit.”
“It’s like that girl, from the Jetsons.”
“Uh…”
“You know. Something something … Jetson.”
Suddenly a fellow passenger in the elevator who had been fiddling with her phone looked up at me.
“I don’t mean to eavesdrop, but–Judy Jetson.”
As the door opened onto our floor, D thanked for her for her help in this pressing matter. I was thankful she hadn’t said “George.”
I admit I’ve interrupted people’s conversations to help them with such important matters before. My fiance thinks I’m crazy, ’cause he hates it when strangers start talking to him. Where as I’ve been known to have half hour discussions with people I’ve never met before and likely never will see again.
All I can say is he a lucky guy to have Judy Jetson, don’t you think?
I so would have rolled my eyes at the lady for helping him out with the pressing matter.
xo
Oh god, what a great story
haha!