In waiting room this morning after checking in.
Voice from around the corner: “I try to stay away from watching the news. I hate getting bad news.”
Me, because I couldn’t resist: “I try to stay away from this place because I hate getting bad news.”
Ten minutes later at the gas station. My back is to the person at the next pump.
Voice: Gerry Brooks?
Me: You recognize me by my ass?
Voice: Yeah. It’s not a bad ass.
Me: You’re not a woman with a deep voice, are you?
I think it’s gonna be one of those weeks. Just a feeling.