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further proof that if there's a god, he thinks it's really funny to mess with me:
just came from morphology, the last class of the semester (which class included self, two other grad students, six graduating seniors, and three juniors, one of which was le boy). as we were filling out our evaluations, one girl was talking about her (annual) summer job at georgetown hospital, and asked me if i liked georgetown, where i did my undergraduate work. she's planning to apply to med school there. i said i did, but i didn't know anything about the medical school, never knew any med students, etc., so i couldn't really offer her any useful impressions.
girl: hmm. but -- wait, where are you from, originally?
fox: cleveland.
le boy: seriously?
fox: what "seriously"? no, it's a lie. i'm from cincinnati, but i like to mislead people. yes, i'm actually from cleveland.
[five minutes later]
fox: i lied! i'm from pittsburgh!
le boy: well, close enough.
fox: ooooooh --
le boy: no, it's just weird. my mom's from cleveland. i'm there practically every summer.
fox: yeah? whereabouts in cleveland?
le boy: shaker heights.
fox [literally taking a step back and catching self against chalk tray]: my parents taught at shaker high for thirty years.
le boy: my great-aunt teaches at shaker high.
fox [beginning to feel that this just isn't fair]: what department?
le boy: phys ed.
fox: whew. it would have been strange if your great-aunt had turned out to be, like, my parents' best friend.
le boy: it would have been even weirder if my great-aunt had turned out to be your great-aunt.
fox: true. that would be freaky.
the conversation, joined by Loud Gay Boy, my pal and le boy's in-class presentation partner, went on to talk about silly things, like what would be a good name for a band, etc. it is the longest conversation le boy and i have had in at least five months.
therefore, a memo: whoever's pulling the strings on this amusing little puppet show, could you knock it off?! the customers want to see how it ends. thank you.
girl: hmm. but -- wait, where are you from, originally?
fox: cleveland.
le boy: seriously?
fox: what "seriously"? no, it's a lie. i'm from cincinnati, but i like to mislead people. yes, i'm actually from cleveland.
[five minutes later]
fox: i lied! i'm from pittsburgh!
le boy: well, close enough.
fox: ooooooh --
le boy: no, it's just weird. my mom's from cleveland. i'm there practically every summer.
fox: yeah? whereabouts in cleveland?
le boy: shaker heights.
fox [literally taking a step back and catching self against chalk tray]: my parents taught at shaker high for thirty years.
le boy: my great-aunt teaches at shaker high.
fox [beginning to feel that this just isn't fair]: what department?
le boy: phys ed.
fox: whew. it would have been strange if your great-aunt had turned out to be, like, my parents' best friend.
le boy: it would have been even weirder if my great-aunt had turned out to be your great-aunt.
fox: true. that would be freaky.
the conversation, joined by Loud Gay Boy, my pal and le boy's in-class presentation partner, went on to talk about silly things, like what would be a good name for a band, etc. it is the longest conversation le boy and i have had in at least five months.
therefore, a memo: whoever's pulling the strings on this amusing little puppet show, could you knock it off?! the customers want to see how it ends. thank you.