Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Not proud
Today I ran into Mrs. Abood, one of my high school English teachers. She's about as intelligent and cultured a person as I've ever met, and for some reason she seems to think the same thing of me. "Tell me," she began our conversation. "How do you feel about that Orhan Pamuk book, Snow? Nobody I know can finish it." I haven't read it or anything else by the recent Nobel Prize winner, and I told her so, all the while praying she wouldn't ask me what I am reading: Working Stiff: The Misadventures of an Accidental Sexpert.
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3 comments:
Oh, that me laugh! I love the title of the book you're reading!!!
Mrs. Abood, huh? Have you kept in touch with her off and on all these years or was this a chance meeting with, "Hey...remember me? I used to be your student?"
At least you wouldn't have to explain the Nora Roberts sitting on your nightstand!
When I saw the name Mrs. Abood..I could still hear her very cultured and somewhat creepy voice: "helllllooooooo claaasssssssssssss". Too bad Mr. Barney is not still alive.
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