"Hey, hey, Cafeteria Lady, can I have another pear?" William asks, giant, dopey grin on his face.
She rolls her eyes, but can't help but smile.
"Yeeees, you can have a pear."
William, all lumbering six feet of him, leaps awkwardly from his table, and grabs two.
"One!" The cafeteria lady calls.
He looks at me, holding both pears in one hand, grins.
"A pair!" he beams. Then looks at me and taps his forehead with one free finger. "Common sense!"
1 comment:
i love your blog! it is the best anecdotal blog around. also, i miss being your fake roommate. hope things are still going well out west!
love, beck
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