January 19, 2013

  • A Walk Of Shame Would Be Nice

    I was doing some “taxi” work for my daughter in the wee small hours today (for which she is paying me) and I was coming in the house at 8 ish.

    It occurred to me that for many, blasting out of their beds before dawn, and returning a few hours later is a demonstration of a secret rendezvous—a tryst…some sort of adult goings on…and it made me sigh a little. I’d like to think I am not too old for such things.

    But it also occurred to me that had someone witnessed my bare daylight return, they would more likely think I had been to an early garage sale…and that makes me a little sad.

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