Friday, August 25, 2006
Last week at the coffee shop I overheard a philosophy/Spanish/architecture student mention his friend needed a queen-size box spring. Happening just then to have one sitting in my yard (it having been displaced by a WAL*MART futon), I suggested he stop by later to pick it up. I apparently provided him with inept instructions, for upon arrival he demonstrated the cardinal directions of the planet on which we were standing by grasping my shoulders and turning me to face each of them.
Rather than brusquely collecting the box spring and driving into the Lubbock sunset (which lies due west of anywhere), he promised to call me sometime in order that we might wax philosophical. Thus this evening we sat at the coffee shop and discussed various things for about an hour before I met with the Germans to elaborate upcoming club plans.
Now have I made a second philosophy buddy (the first being the girl who TAed my philosophy class last fall). Wie süß.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 9:26 PM]