on the plane home today i sat next to the man that owns the assisted living home where my grandmother died.
he smelled like a bar the morning after a saturday night of beerspills and packsofsmokes and angryfights. i felt bad for thinking this about him, as i watched out the window to see if my bags had made it as quickly as i had to my connecting flight.
my boots filled quickly when he told me,
casually,
what he "did for a living."
it's a good thing i found out as we were making our descent into baton rouge and not as we were taking off, because the weight of my boots would have caused us to crash as soon as we inched up off of the runway in memphis (and this seems like no place to end one's yesistheonlylivingthings and inventions and friendships and careers and car insurance payments).
i lose faith in humanity very quickly.
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