Monday, June 20, 2005

My Revolutionary Cure for Cottonmouth

While my wet clothes were spinning around in the mouth of some strange laundromat dryer, I decided to have a coffee and read in the sun. I can't remember the last time I did this. And although it was perfectly enjoyable, the real attraction was the conversation between the two girls sitting at the table next to me.

In the short time we occupied breathing space, I overheard one of them realize (1) that she had to break up with her boyfriend because (2) he was apparently secretly illiterate. She apparently had not ever put this together in her head before this afternoon, but I was there for the epiphany.

A quote, more or less: "Oh my god. He can't read. I swear, now that I think about it, I've never seen him read anything. Oh my god, he's illiterate. My boyfriend is illiterate."

She seemed quite sure of her realization. The decision to dump him followed immediately after, though her friend suggested she devise a test to determine his reading level before made a rash decision. I'm really in no place to judge. I'm just glad I could share that moment with them.


  1. that's like "my so-called life," when claire danes realizes jared leto can't read. when i saw that, i thought, that would never happen in real life. but now it just makes me realizes more than ever how applicable that show is to regular teenage life. except for the flannel, of course.

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