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Dude, this morning, getting himself together to leave the house, “it’s getting late, I gotta go, I gotta go!”
He’s going… to go get bagels… at the bagel shop. I look at him, and at the clock. It’s almost 9am. That’s… it’s Sunday, we have the day off. The bagel shop is open, like, all day.
“What?”
“It’s getting late,” he repeats, and sees my narrow-eyed uncomprehending look. “I gotta beat the church people!”
Ohhhh riiiight. If you want breakfast anywhere around here on a Sunday you have to go before church lets out. The major Catholic parishes traditionally have 8:30 Mass as the first service, and Mass is generally an hour. “Shit, it is getting late,” I said. “Go go go go go!”
He got home after 9:30 and breezed in smugly, wafting the scent of toasted bagel behind him. “I beat the Catholics,” he said, setting down his precious wax-paper-wrapped burden.
…
Now he’s installing updates on an old computer so that he can do pairs-programming work to help me figure out my embroidery software. Man, forget rose petals strewn on the floor, get you a freak like this one.
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Dude, this morning, getting himself together to leave the house, “it’s getting late, I gotta go, I gotta go!”
He’s going… to go get bagels… at the bagel shop. I look at him, and at the clock. It’s almost 9am. That’s… it’s Sunday, we have the day off. The bagel shop is open, like, all day.
“What?”
“It’s getting late,” he repeats, and sees my narrow-eyed uncomprehending look. “I gotta beat the church people!”
Ohhhh riiiight. If you want breakfast anywhere around here on a Sunday you have to go before church lets out. The major Catholic parishes traditionally have 8:30 Mass as the first service, and Mass is generally an hour. “Shit, it is getting late,” I said. “Go go go go go!”
He got home after 9:30 and breezed in smugly, wafting the scent of toasted bagel behind him. “I beat the Catholics,” he said, setting down his precious wax-paper-wrapped burden.
…
Now he’s installing updates on an old computer so that he can do pairs-programming work to help me figure out my embroidery software. Man, forget rose petals strewn on the floor, get you a freak like this one.
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