(BlackBerry photo: spitballarmy.com)
Mid-afternoon lunch accessories on the V. Richards patio.
Friday, 5 September 2008, Birmingham, Alabama.
Oddly, I ended up at this table after first choosing a table near the patio fountain. I ended up moving to the opposite end of the patio when I discovered I was seated near a chronic chain smoker. Turned out that the smoker was “He,” the inert conversational partner from an earlier V. Richards experience of mine, chronicled in this post.
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1 Stu // Sep 8, 2008 at 9:32 AM
Would have been perfect to ask “How’re you doing with your therapy? Great to see you out of your apartment…”, as you left.
2 spitballarmy // Sep 8, 2008 at 12:56 PM
A couple of months ago, “She” actually came over and sat down at my table. She had seen me reading the local section of the Birmingham News and wanted to use me as a sounding board for her views about our new police chief (which were all conspiratorial and racist – no surprise there). She talked on, and on, and on, and on, and I hardly said a thing. No surprise, again. It was pretty frightening, but once I was sure it was “She,” I was completely fascinated.
3 Stu // Sep 8, 2008 at 3:11 PM
Perfect opportunity to say something like “I’m sorry, I only discuss political matters in Lojban. Do you speak it?”
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