people suck

File under ‘Things it took me 32 years to learn’

musings

Filing

This life springs people and circumstances into your orbit you must evaluate and categorize carefully should they prove useful or harmful or worth more time than you initially thought. Or less. It is the waiting to find out which shelf to put you on that I have little patience for. My brain fancies itself a label-maker, one of those crude punch-letter contraptions, and it is constantly wanting to slap an explanatory strip on everything, and…

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people are strange travel

Monday, 9 p.m.

I am in the hotel bar at the Marriott in downtown Jackson, Miss. There’s some sort of convention in town. I can tell because the bar and lobby is full of cackling middle-aged women and their severe hairdos. There’s a sweating bottle of white zinfandel on the bar and I can hear good-natured ribbing and knee-slapping and there is no way these people would ever be drunk together were they not here for work. They’d…

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people are strange

Things people said recently

I had just finished my “free” breakfast of home fries, fruit, sausage links, and a biscuit. It was a Sunday morning and the lobby of the hotel was bustling. Boston, country, and British accents wafted around me as I wiped the corners of my mouth with a small paper napkin. I put my fork down on my plate and hoisted the baby onto my lap where he bounced, gums bared, and watched the crowd. An…

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Memphis people are strange

Manners matter

Last night I was in line at Kimbrough, bottle of cheap bubbly in hand, waiting on the guy in front of me to get done with his transaction, when said dude turned to me and asked what I was getting. I held up the bottle so he could see the label. “Is it good?” he asked. I nodded in the affirmative. “It’s good and cheap,” I said. (Barefoot Bubbly, woo!) “Yeah, I need something to…

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