I was in an aisle at the bookstore looking through the selections in the Eastern Religions section. As I moved toward the end of the aisle, there was a row of chairs with several people sitting and reading. One guy had no book and his eyes were closed as though he were dozing. As I approached, I caught the eye of the guy next to him, and we exchanged musings on the rare sighting of the sun after several hours of gloom.
Suddenly, the guy with no book opened his eyes, looked straight at me and said, Frankenstein–which I did not understand at first. He pointed at me and repeated it more forcefully as though he were commanding me, and that’s when I realized what he had said the first time. What the heck. Maybe he remembers Frankenstein as a bald woman.
What do you say . . .
I was in an aisle at the bookstore looking through the selections in the Eastern Religions section. As I moved toward the end of the aisle, there was a row of chairs with several people sitting and reading. One guy had no book and his eyes were closed as though he were dozing. As I approached, I caught the eye of the guy next to him, and we exchanged musings on the rare sighting of the sun after several hours of gloom.
Suddenly, the guy with no book opened his eyes, looked straight at me and said, Frankenstein–which I did not understand at first. He pointed at me and repeated it more forcefully as though he were commanding me, and that’s when I realized what he had said the first time. What the heck. Maybe he remembers Frankenstein as a bald woman.
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