I woke up giggling at 3:24 AM this morning, having had a dream that, at the time, was very funny to me. Roughly once every two months I wake up chortling about something. I jotted it down in the dark for your benefit.
I was at the lab at work. Some guy came in, a repair guy or status guy – a semi-outsider. The techs started making fun of him behind his back while I was talking to him about his official business, which is pretty much standard practice.
The introduction went something like this.
Me: So, I’m Eric – what’s your deal? What’s your function here?
Him, somewhat embarrassed: My name is Pretzel. And, uhhh, I kinda like pretzels.
So I guess people called him Pretzel. Why? Because his defining characteristic was that he liked pretzels.
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i just read a book that reminded me of your dreams. flannery o’connor’s “wise blood.” thought of you several times throughout. it’s a weird book, so don’t take it personally if you ever read it.