On our second to last day in North Dakota, yesterday, I was reading during slow traffic when there was no data to collect. One of the CBP officers sauntered up to me.
Officer: What are you doing -- reading?
Me: Yes.
Officer: What are you reading -- like, a romance novel?
Me: No, just a regular novel.
Officer: Yeah, right. Women only read romance novels.
Me: Then it must be a romance novel.
Officer: Well, what is it?
Me: It's called Cloud Atlas. It's by this guy David Mitchell.
Officer: What's it about?
Me: It's kind of like linked stories, like a book inside a book.
Officer: Well, that's fucking retarded, isn't it?
Me: Not really.
Officer: Are you one of those girls who just reads all the time?
Me: I guess so.
Officer: Don't do nothing but read?
Me: And some other stuff.
Officer: See? And where did it get you? You're standing there writing numbers on a clipboard! Maybe if you didn't read so much, you would've gotten farther in life!
Indeed, sir. Indeed.
Good to see you again, San Francisco.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
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4 comments:
Oh dear God. And then he asked for your number, right?
no, he didn't. the hologram i project -- of a human heart coated with permafrost -- is still in working order.
I fear for America.
i do hope your permafrosted heart made an impression on this poor cretin's all-but-inchoate soul.
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