October 20, 2003
"I'm sorry," she says, "I cannot meet you today, because blippityblahhhhwhateverwhocares." Her mother cut her foot on a huge hunk of glass and she must tend to her mother and her foot and make sure one of them is propped up and the other doesn't try to get her own lunch. She apologizes profusely to me, and I, ever so genial, tell her it is fine, it's just fine, just take care of your mother, we'll do it another day, oh don't worry! Meanwhile, I'm thrilled because I didn't want to meet today anyway. Thank you, huge hunk of glass!