August 6, 2008
solitary bees, 63
Tell me about your vacation?
They are at a ball game in a neighboring town.
I think you’ve had first hand access to it.
No. That’s not what I mean. The one you didn’t go on.
I don’t think that’s possible.
You’re very legalistic.
Pot, meet kettle.
No. Come on. I mean, just the basics. Where were you going on it? What were you excited about?
What did you want to see?
Alaska. It was one of those Alaska tours. Where you float around the coast and see the glaciers. I was mostly excited to be away from here and see a new place. See new faces. I was excited about how that was going to feel.
I get motion sickness.
I don’t think that’s part of the equation. Those ships are so big they create their own sort of inertia. It’s pretty much smooth sailing as far as I know.
I think I would like that, something like that. Myself. The quietness of it all.
Well why don’t you set something like that up for yourself and I’ll get someone to abduct you before you go.
A woman sitting in front of them looks back at them, sips loudly from her straw.
He elbows her.
They sit quietly for a while, looking forward.
I’m sorry.
What?
I’m sorry.
I want a soda.
You want anything to eat?
Yeah. Something to eat as well.
What do you want?
Surprise me.
He makes his way out of the stands.
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