Dear diary,

June 9, 2012

Today the high school let out for the summer. I was driving by on the way to the grocery store (and the beer distributor), and some kids yelled out the school bus window at me. Don’t know why.

A mile down the road, some local girls (if you can call them that–they’ve taken the line between girl and woman and mucked it all up, thanks to some weird, ungodly food hormones and too-effective advertising from clothing stores. It’s really not right.) yelled at me too. Whatever, kids.

I went to work. A woman walked in, smiled. A real adult, a real lady, 20-something I’d guess. Teenagers don’t just walk into a book store with such focus, such posture, such (should I say it?) swagger.

She asked for help.
Gladly, lady. She reached into her back pocket, produced a sheet of paper. Wow, she came prepared.
“I need to read 3 of these.” Need to?
Jane Eyre…Huck Finn…Lord of the Flies…
Jesus.
This isn’t a wish list.
It’s a god-damn summer reading list.
For high school.

GIVE A GUY A WARNING, DAMN IT
YELL AT ME NEXT TIME

Sincerely,
never again looking at a woman under 40,

Steve

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